North Sea

Hurtling across the open space

the inevitability of meeting

the unyielding thickened pane of glass

Searing pain stabbing it way through

the fog of consciousness and

dreaming the realism of hands gathering

to stem the red flow

I looked forward

seeing the green black monster

reaching over

wanting to crush me to its'

watery chest

The battle scarred trawler

momentarily stunned

regathered and ploughed through

the heart of the twenty metre wave

Reviews

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Oh this is great.
Dark and masculine and full of images in green and red with lashings of salt spray as the trawler cuts through the huge sea and all on board, hold on for dear life. Great stuff, life of legends captured by the writers hand.
Thanks greatly for the shot of realism.

[Samuel Dickens]

Being an old ex-sailor, I love these sea faring tales. I've never been to the North Sea, but I've seen some angry ones, including the Bearing.

[Claire Evergreen]

Very good, I really love the imagery and the rythm was very good.

[Sasha]

This is a short and exciting piece. You expressed yourself very eloquently and created a lot of great imagery. I guess "trawler" is "traveler"? Nicely done.