Tossing in the wake
Strewn along the shore
Remnant wreckage
Of a love no more
The once mighty ship
Strength and tranquility
Danced along the landscape
A herald’s fantasy
The crew maintained her visage
Hiding cracks, withered neglect
Pretending all was well
As regard turned to regret
The fateful day the tempest
Came to test their fortitude
The fragile hull splintered
As the ship came unglued
Storm-tossed cross the sea
Found prone upon the sand
A warning sign to all
Of a relationship’s last stand
While walking along the shore in Victoria, BC, I noticed the sand covered in driftwood, some pieces huge, like ships had just broken apart, so I took photos of the wreckage. Then I saw a poetry prompt for “Tempest”, and it reminded me of this photo. Hence this poem was born. A year later, the poem made it into my debut poetry collection. Check out the homepage of my website for more information about that collection: