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Shipwreck

Ghost-Ship-Series © 2014 George Grie via neosurrealismart.com

 

Ghost-Ship-Series © 2014 George Grie via neosurrealismart.com

Ghost-Ship-Series © 2014 George Grie via neosurrealismart.com

Shipwreck

Violent waves subside

the wind turns in exile

windswept hair exhales

a murmur-less ocean kneels

and bows its head

revealing the shipwreck

left behind

submerged below the cool surface

reaching out to me

a veneer of peace from my secluded beach

but the screaming gulls tell the truth

i look down at my barnacled feet

and trails of blue bottles

littering the path behind me

the transparency of stranded jellyfish

drowned ships cannot be floated

shipwrecks belong underwater

the best they can offer is exploration

© 2013-2014 B.G. Bowers, a poem from Death and Life  available now in PAPERBACK OR KINDLE 

Bianca Bowers

Bianca Bowers is aSouth-African born, Australian-based, poet and writer who has also lived in New Zealand and Britain.

She writes stories and poetry that explore the subjects of belonging, identity and the human condition, and she blogs about philosophy, writing and personal development.

She has a BA in English and Film/TV/Media Studies and her poetry hasappeared in Shot Glass Journal (Muse Pie Press), Tongue In Your Ear,Volume 4 (Four/Two Publishing) and The Art Toppling Tobacco Project.

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16 Comments

  1. March 28, 2014    

    I loved this line “i look down at my barnacled feet”, well done, good find on that illustration as well.

    • March 29, 2014    

      Thank you :-) I also love that line & the image is great – it’s also Creative Commons, which is even better :-)

  2. March 28, 2014    

    Touching words and message Bianca!

  3. March 29, 2014    

    This is very dramatic, mysterious too, I’d like to know more of that shipwreck! I love your image, absolutely perfect! :) I sense something about life too at the end of the poem, things that have drowned perhaps need some exploration?

    • March 29, 2014    

      Thanks, Suzy. Yes, I suppose it is rather mysterious taken out of The book’s context. It marks a turning point – she yearns for the shipwreck of her old life, but knows in her heart that she cannot go back. Exploration of self and past is the only way forward. As for the image…that is the first Creative Commons image that I’ve found & it fits the poem perfectly, so, yes, I was thrilled to find it :-)
      Thanks, Suzy, I really look forward to your comments x

      • March 29, 2014    

        It is difficult looking for the right image, but great when you find it. I just thought of a website I found the the other day that has a good selection of Public Domain images, you may have heard of them already, but if you haven’t here’s a link http://www.photos-public-domain.com/

  4. March 29, 2014    

    Barnacled feet. Love it. A great pic too Bianca.

  5. March 29, 2014    

    Beautiful imagery. I love the unexpected in this phrase “windswept hair exhales”

    • March 30, 2014    

      Thanks, Melanie, that line seems to be the favourite :-)

  6. March 29, 2014    

    What a beautiful poem! I think my favorite part was probably the exhaling hair (it’s so expressive of the way how hair can almost breathe in the way it flows in the wind sometimes, I could almost feel the wind brushing against my own hair) and the transparency of jellyfish (that was such lovely imagery). Your writing is fascinating – it would be nice if I could read your poetry book someday. :)

    • March 30, 2014    

      Thank you :-) It’s so refreshing to have a new set of eyes read and comment on my work. I very much appreciate your visit & hope to see you here again.
      Bianca.

  7. May 9, 2015    

    Totally love the maritime feel to the poem and the perspective it takes as metaphor. Bluebottles, matches so well with your image, for their other known name being Portuguese man o’ war.

    • May 10, 2015    

      Thanks for your comment, Sean. I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed the poem. In Australia they refer to them as ‘stingers’, but in South Africa, we called them ‘blue bottles’ (which is much more poetic, in my opinion) :-)
      Portuguese man o’ war is also a great name!

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