The Lost #Poetry #NaPoWriMo #NationalPoetryMonth

Throughout the month of April, I am taking part of the annual Ekphrastic Challenge over on The Wombwell Rainbow – hosted by Paul Brooks.

This Challenge is a collaboration between three artists and nearly a dozen writers including myself.


April 2nd

Artist Gaynor Kane

The Lost

The air smells of salt

As the icy mist sprays

My face

I roam on the shores

Rocky, meandering

Just like my mind

My life

My eyes move upwards

Brilliant colors make me pause

A bright orb

Hovers where water meets

The sky

I spy a boat that appears to float

Directly ‘neath the

Gold sphere

My mind wanders once more

But to a distant time when

Sailors used the sun

And stars

As their compasses

A revelation hits me as I continue

To stare at the vessel

That’s what I’m missing

A compass!

Something to guide me

To show me

the way I ought to go

But – is this enough?

No, comes the brutal answer

It is not 

Not for this lost soul

What I need is a beacon

Like the sun before me

For I’m a bird



In search of something true

Without another thought,

My feet enter the frigid water

Refusing all orders and pleas

By their master

For they aim to lead this soul



If you would like to read poetry by the other writers – click here.

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