Held Fast

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


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


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