Men Of Nantucket

Men Of Nantucket short poem

The moon casts a shadow stretching across
cold murky water embraced by the winds
all rushing towards their impending loss
and men seek forgiveness for all their sins

Ripples of water embrace their cold face
as tiredness cajoles their drooping eyes
a lone stoic voice calls to speed the pace
no power on earth can silence their cries

The stars start to fade come the morning light
the whaling ships’ crew pray over their catch
All standing and watching with hands held tight
embracing their knives they start to dispatch

Gone are the days of the lone widows walk
Of the Men of Nantucket folks still talk.

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David has been writing poetry for over 40 years and has been published many times in magazines and in anthology books. He has studied many poetry forms and enjoys writing in new and archaic forms. His books can be found on feedaread.com and he is an established poetry judge.
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