Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

The cruise ends …
through the port hole window
a taxi rank.

A blue voyage
dolphins in the sun
drawing us on.

Tropic isle
pieces of mirror
the sinking sun.

Scant breeze
clouds of gulls
across our sails.

Ship berth
the city fastened
to the gang-plank.

Ionian sea
our windjammer shadow
keeping pace with the whales.

Bringing us to islands …
at the ship’s prow
the squawk of seagulls.

Harbour storm
the long pink struggle
ahead of dawn.

Tourists
captured by the whale
looking back.

Dusk
among leaping dolphins
the swish of our sails.