Origami Sailors

A paper sailor he is

He turns around to the seas

His starboard moving away

Through waves of ravenous fires

Through gales of black smoke

Amidst mists of ashes

Amid drifting flotsam of burnt corpses

A paper ship there goes

Sailing the wildly burning seas

Where each blaze a finger

Where each conflagration a hand

Folding unfurled incinerated debris into origami

Of ships

Of sailors

Raising paper anchors

Turning around to the seas

Origami sailors we are

Reviews

[Alone In A Crowd]

This is great. Well done. I love the metaphor to this poem, plus your vocabulary and descriptions are suberb- you're very good at portraying vivid imagery in the readers mind. Keep up the good work.