The ripple of sails

 

Dreadnaughts

of imagination

come under fire,

incessant cannon shot

of memories

conspire to sink me.

Hull gets breached,

lifeboat almost out of reach,

but I clamour on board

before the ship

sinks entirely.

 

Waves ripple around me

under twinkling

starlight skies,

like dust motes

floating through

a skylight,

I reach out

with newly opened eyes, 

trying to grab a handful of stardust

to keep the light close by.

The smell of gunpowder still lingers,

it wafts on the air,

but imagination is long gone,

sunk without a memory, 

down in the briny neverwhere

 

I look into the deep dark,

and wonder.

Beyond the rippling surface,

somewhere fathoms under,

my ship sits,

bubbles rising from her.

In my mind’s eye

I see fish swimming around,

sharks hiding in her cramped confines.

I hear the creaking of her bow,

the ripple of her sails

and I realise her song

is still singing to me.

My imagination isn't lost

deep in the darkened sea.

It drifts on the waves,

a ghostship to eternity.

 

 

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