The Wreck

'The Wreck' by Frederic Edwin Church (1826-1900)

Water throws the fragile craft

storming winds tear it's sails

Cries rise up from on the deck,

Lightning cracks the sky in two

The ocean shows no mercy towards

the intruders that claw across

it's surface colored black and blue.

Like a stain of ink that pools

The sky grows darker, clouds disguise

the path of stars that align.

Sudden rain lashes down

they tear the sky like swords,

point down.

They disappear into the sea

like a flipped world has begun to leak.

Upon the ship the captain cries

orders that the crew halfheartedly oblige.

As the wood begins to split

the dawn turns the world a sickly pink.

Pulled atop sharp rocks the ship now lies

rendered useless by her demise.

Birds circle above the wreck

pale yellow streams from between the cracks.

When dawn meets day above the sea

one last wave retreats from the site of

the wreck.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very descriptive, puts the reader right on the deck of the ship. Still, do a spell check on the last line.

[ArtisticVisions]

Opps! Thank you so much to alerting me to that, and for your comment! :)

[Relic]

Well done, my friend, well done. It reminds me of the vikings and there trials with the sea and land. :)

[ArtisticVisions]

Thank you!