My first week at sea was in a storm. Threw my guts up all week and never been seasick since
Storm waves they rise up stark and steep
Upon the ocean dark and deep,
‘T is they that make the widows weep.
Storm tossed great ships careen and sway,
Like toy things for the Fates at play
And who’s to know this is their day?
Their day, when they are lost from sight,
Destroyed by Nature’s dreaded might,
In this there’s neither Hate nor Spite.
Though Nature has both power and Grace,
For each there is a time and place
To thrive or simply sink from trace.
Storm waves they rise up steep and stark
They tower up so grim and dark,
When storm tossed none may disembark!
Storm waves they throw ships to and fro
And what their Fate is none may know
When Nature’s might be here on show.
Will we reach home or sink below?
© Trevor Morgan, 14/4/2019