The North is Winter

a poem

The North is Winter.

Ringing cold. Nameless stars.

A coastal trawler

With a ballast of dead souls

Shaken into the waves.

The night tugs at my sleeve,

As a child would do.

Nameless cold. Ringing stars.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Nicely done poem. Has a eerie feel to it.
Dark and a bit chilling.

[Lyn Anderson]

The night tugs at my sleeve. The perfect line. I am glad I stopped by for a binge, as I do from time to time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like what you did with the second and eighth lines and the reversal...

the stars are ringing here because finally the warming has a name...and the nameless winter has receded at last.

nicely penned my friend.

[Ruth]

Beautiful! This is really well written, in awe ♥