In Davy Jones’ Locker
The waves crash relentlessly upon the shore,
jagged rocky outcrops, barnacles
and green hair tossed in white foamy forays,
thundering, pounding seas in spray,
with each wave incoming.
Splintered wood and barrels
like corks upon the swell,
remnants of the sinking and lost life
dwell like words unspoken,
a silent grave at sea.
The storm now abates,
as blue in intermittent wake of grey, resumes,
and ropes and wood strewn about the sands
or dragged across the rocks, demand attention,
as bodies soon arrive, lapping gently
with lifeless eyes a glaring.
The silence is foreboding,
as one by one they wash ashore,
sailors, men, women and children,
like rag dolls floating
seeming to implore some care.
And as the sun finds its way
to split those fading dark clouds,
the water lulls and crystal clear subsides,
as if to complete the task, austere,
that took them all through fear
and to their final resting place.
An Island void of human life,
no-one to see the strife and in sadness
speak words to send them on their way,
instead the birds and crabs shall dine,
and in time this scene will fade,
until the next parade, when ships find their end.
Tranquil the aftermath,
the sun in glaring view of loss,
and lapping waves no longer tossed
do sway the dead in fluid motion,
their souls in Davy’s locker.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
My books link for review and purchase
videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore
- Brutal Night - March 30, 2021
- Like a Breeze Recalls - March 27, 2021
- Torrents - September 5, 2020
A classic and so well written verse, Tony. The imagery so great it is like watching a film. So sad, so many lost at sea and souls lingering below in Davy Jones’ Locker. Great work, dear poet. Take care.
Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis, take care.