Turn about

Many thanks to my friends Wendy Dyer, Steve Boorman and Chris Hardy of Wendy's South London Stanza group (A Stanza is a local group of Poetry Society members, like what we are) for their priceless help with this poem last night. I think this is a big improvement on the dross I turned up with...

Turn about

Turn about
this life of days and weather;
contemplate another season,
oldly written, growing younger,
the astounding sight of a cataract ascending,
where words play
together,

holding hands and folding
pristine patterns of intricate motion,
joining, joining,
growing in knowing,
against the creaking lament of abandoned hulks,
spiked upon rocks
on the loss of their absentee captains,

whose widows standing on tide-worn shores
rewind the voyage with inward eyes,
and, claiming no part in tomorrow,
turn about,
for eternity trails behind.

(c) 2012 Poetrivia