Poem -
The Wreck of Our Lady
The Wreck of Our Lady
Although breached and not whole
she was once
as near perfect, as ever they come ..
Though broke
but not boarded, she had once been
spectacular ..
Yet now grounded and holed, she is
not fit for
purpose, but only for salvage ..
Since nothing
remains but torn sail cloth, old copper
a few rusty nails, plus
one or two timbers, all worm drilled
and rotting which
collectively serve as some grim reminder
of that yesterdays
voyage, gone so desperately wrong
Yet now wrapped
in a page from a forgotten newspaper
Like chips in the
gutter, whether dropped or discarded
makes no bloody
difference, at all in the long-run, since
Our Lady’s still gone
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This might possibly be one of the saddest things I have ever read. I see so many possible interpretations in this near perfect write. You have an unique way of setting simple words on paper and making a profound impact...my absolute favourite kind of poetry. Absolutely my favourite of yours to date Nev, from......a fan X
How absolutely flippin kind of you Marion .. I simply could not ask for more and certainly was not expecting such an awesome response to this my latest little offering .. Bless you & truly ........ and I do mean that my friend .. x
Gosh Neville I have to agree with Marion, this can be read in so many ways. How cutting this is to the soul, as you read of the decline and neglect. Your imagery is stunning and so very sad. You are a gift to the written word my friend
Truly
Gwen x
.. I'm glad you stopped when you did our Gwen, otherwise I would have likely gone pop & made a mess all over my study ........................
I am for want of better words both truly honoured and humbled by such an encouraging response to my most of recent posts ..
I aim to reciprocate as soon as my head becomes deflated enough to make it back across the room in one piece ............................ smiling broadly ... your friend Neville x