Lone mariner
An old
un-sea worthy
betrayed but bold
white boat
seemed it had
sailed
many a rough
sea
before
but now
it lay
tired
along with
its lone
occupant
the lone mariner
a jagged pattern of
dark peels of wood
cut through
the fading paint
like
wounds
slashed
by
mad
butchers
even the sea
seemed
sad
as it
softly
lapped
itself
onto the jagged
broken
wooden
carriage
of the
old
ragged
white boat
small even by standards
of big and small.
the mariner lay sprawled
skin
burnt
parched
lips
half
shut
eyes
linen and skin
firmly starched
assaulted
by
salt
an all weather
man
the lone mariner