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 

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

She is the author of PASSAGE and DEATH AND LIFE, and has a BA in English and Film/TV/Media Studies.

Her poetry has appeared in Shot Glass Journal, Tongue In Your Ear (Volume 4), the Art Toppling Tobacco Project, and she is currently working on her debut novel, The Colour Fence.

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16 thoughts on “Shipwreck

  1. 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?

    1. 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

  2. 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. :)

    1. 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.

  3. 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.

    1. 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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