A poem by request, for the “Poet Rummager”. From a more recent era of my life. The photos, taken by I.Steven, part of the Shipwreck Coast, South-West Victoria, along the renowned, Great Ocean Road
We’re a shipwreck of the night.
The lighthouse was out of sight.
After the storm of wild passion.
Feeling wearied, a wreckage of fusion.
We’re a sperm whale on the beach.
The giant of the sea, without a speech.
After the turmoil of an endless wish.
Feeling totally lost, a wreckage amiss.
We’re a burnt-out forest of the dawn.
The ashen mountain smoulder ’til morn.
After the raging nights fire.
Feeling humbled, a wreckage of desire.
We’re a paradox of the unfolding day.
The bedsheets awry, here to stay.
After the fatigue of a forever promise.
Feeling complete, a wreckage of braveness.