Shipwreck

The darkening skies

Bringing cold, wet winds

Against which, fire does but naught

Laid bare and open

To all the tempest

Barren rock with dangers fraught

Keels, ribs, and spar

We see from afar

The dark horizon

Heralds a dark dawn

Against which fire does naught

Laid bare as a chest

To all the tempest

Upon each rock doom is fraught

Seen through hardened eyes

Here, destruction lies

For all a watery grave

Like a toy is tossed

This, too, shall be lost

Not a soul here shall be saved

© Marcel Trepanier 2014

picture found at

isleofwightwalks.blogspot.com

Engraving of the Wreck of the Clarendon

sailing ship against rocks at Blackgang

After the Storm

What is it that they call the calm after the storm?

Is there a name for it? A thing to call it?

A proper name? A term? A word?

Storms have a multitude of names.

They are given titles like maelstrom,

tempest,

tornado,
twister,

cyclone,

squall.

The silence, that deafening silence.

What is the name of that silence?
What do people call it?

The thunder has left and the lightening gone,

after all the noise,

commotion,

upheaval,

uproar,

turmoil,

tumult;

Once it’s done, when it leaves, when that

quiet comes, I have a description for it.

I dub it depression.

The area is left broken and twisted. Like

the mind and heart, darkened.

Defeated.

Dashed.

Dying.

Riven.

Rent.