Anchors Away

A brilliant piece by my good friend. Well worth a read…

Beyond Panic

See the sun set on our longing

to go take a distant shore

See the dimming of desire

to sail off to war once more

Harbored safely and securely,

anchors lowered close to town,

we will speak no more of killing,

and with families settle down.

Though the noble masts jut proudly

in the darkened twilight sky,

Hear the cannon’s silence softly

Sing a sailor’s lullaby

See the sails tied to the rigging?

They’ll no longer catch the breeze.

And there’s no more pipe and jigging

On the rolling, dancing seas

And the whales will give birth again

to calves beneath the moon,

fearing nothing from the surface

be it net or sharp harpoon.

And the lighthouse keepers

get to leave their cold and noisy


for there’ll be no more ships coming

in the darkest morning hours.

And violent storms that claimed

the lives of those who’ve gone before

will have…

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. Rita says:

    So wonderful

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    1. Isn’t it just. 🙃🙂

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      1. Rita says:

        Yes indeed. Beautifully written.

        Liked by 1 person

  2. noelleg44 says:

    Thanks so much for this, Darren. Wonderful piece.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. My pleasure, Noelle. Alfred is truly a great writer, I love his work.


  3. Hemangini says:

    Hope 🙂 Such a wonderful poem… gives hope. Thanks for writing it…

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Hemangini says:

        thanks for sharing it with us all 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

  4. Think of Monet paintings. 🙂

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