Open edition giclée print
50 x 70cm
 
The wood cracks and splinters. The mast creaks and groans
I fret not for my belongings or for those left at home
The sea is the terror. Its waves yawn and smash.
How can I miss a trinket on such an abysmal rack?
The beast below me bellows, it rails to usurp the deep
A fear pervades on the vessel of what resides beneath
Her swollen bowels unfurl - a spray strikes the air
A thrash of waves harasses the bow pitching the stern of the ship
A litany, a torrent, a torment, a tempest, a storm
Untold thousands of sailors are bound for the locker forlorn
 
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