Squall, 1986, by Andrew Wyeth
My thoughts arrive from -
Founder-
(To sink in a disastrous way)
(To sink in a disastrous way)
A Bright Yellow Slicker Waits
Yesterday beneath
rolling waves
rolling waves
a strange sense
of fate
worked the day.
Into the night the gale continued...
of fate
worked the day.
Into the night the gale continued...
Ice groaned
against the bow
anticipating
a terrible regiment
of stinging winds.
Into the night the gale continued...
Claiming hostages
again
On this day
another boat
went missing.
Into the night the gale continued...
against the bow
anticipating
a terrible regiment
of stinging winds.
Into the night the gale continued...
Claiming hostages
again
On this day
another boat
went missing.
Into the night the gale continued...
Yesterday's sheath,
laughing today
drifting merrily,
and playing chase
across the lake.
across the lake.
After this night the gale continued no more.
Hopelessly athwart
this bright yellow slicker
abandoned and
waiting
for some one's return.
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abandoned and
waiting
for some one's return.
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22 comments:
You said it far better than me but I think we were surfing the same thought wave.
Fantastic job! It made me think of the Edmund Fitzgerald...if I spelled that right.
Have a wonderful week.
Beautiful write Karen.....oh how the heart does wait.
Oh, I hope it allowed them to go home. So sad to think people are lost at sea and those waiting never know where, or have an real closure.
I never knew that about Lake Superior. Now, I do.
Great response to the prompt.
beautiful writing karen...and a cool picture too!
Magnificent poem, brainstorm. Very pretty.
What a great take on the prompt. And the intro about Lake Superior made it all the better.
=)
You say it well; that is a lonely garment.
As soon as I started to read your post, I thought of two things: Lake Superior's immense size (I once flew over it while travelling on an Air Canada flight, and thought I'd never see the end of this lake) and Gordon Lightfoot's iconic song "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald". Great post; well done.
Moving post. And appropriate today as the weather here was uncharacteristically "squally" and my daughter was out driving in it. I was glad when she got home.
playing chase, indeed. Have you ever heard of the story "The Christmas Schooner"? True story that takes place upon the Great Lakes. It is also an endearing and amazing musical. The soundtrack is worth buying if you can get your hands on it. Chicago originally did it.
Sounds like the perfect storm engulfed them all, and dead men tell no tales ! . Thanks mate
Hey, I like the way you've structured this. It works extremely well. Super read.
So many layers..I can see it, I love that...really touches me!
I had never seen that super Andrew Wyeth picture before, so thanks for opening my eyes to it. A good post, as usual..
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald..... I kept thinking of it as I read your words, Karen.... knowing it was so fresh in your mind. Beautifully told. Thank you for sharing. xo
I'm sad for the yellow slicker. I hope its someone returns soon. Nice poem.
Excellent!
My heart sank thinking of the owner of the coat not returning.
Excellent indeed.
Anna :o]
I hope you-all are having a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Oh, no, how long will it wait?
I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I like that Andrew Wyeth painting and the story you tell--there is something mystical about Lake Superior
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