ABYSS
By Peter Woodgate
The tempest rages
dashing fury on the rocks,
the sound screams out to drown your cries
amid the darkened rolling skies.
The heart is fearful
lest the storm should last forever,
aberrations seen through moistened eyes
leave sorrowful, weakened, fitful sighs.
Lightning,
flashes,
sanctuary glimpsed through blinding rain,
winds subside, the clouds depart,
you see the harbour once again.
Is that solid ground?
and why so hot?
Your trembling step recoils,
the sea, so deep, above your head
still boils.
Copyright Peter
Woodgate (first published 1984)
A while ago but still a good read. Not sure of the meaning in the last five lines, but I'm not a poet. Thank you for this...
ReplyDeleteYes Peter I dont get the last bit of the poem. Please explain. I think Ive developed covid brain.
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive piece of writing - this took me on a bit of a journey - I thought there was the chance of sanctuary and safe harbour but then those last few lines - ‘oh no! Was it all a mirage? Is this a ‘hellish’ ending?’
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