Damp wind sways small bell
Fog shrouds topmasts
Hull bumps quayside wall
Pulling with the running tide
Aboard, bored of leave
Provisioned, crew fat from land
Keen to cast off
Trappings of terra firma
Yet held in a sea fret
Furled sails stay tied
Hawser knotted to the ring
One more precious night
Bound to the wharf
Held by the weight of waiting
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n.b. We are not alone.
n.n.b. GloPoWriMo/NaPoWriMo 2020 Day 8 prompt – various. I chose to take a first line from another’s poem. First line taken from ‘Ceremonial’ by Barbara Turney Wieland.
Christopher Perry
8th April 2020
Journey of Words 
2 responses
I liked the first half of this poem very much
Thank you for reading and commenting. Maybe the cargo needs to be secured in the lower half.