Poem Category: Windjammers

Windjammer
tending your tall sails
sailors drown.

laundry door
children leaving years
scratched in the paint.

How ancient
are the forests shaped
to give me breath.

Windjammer sails
the sounds of a shanty
sung by the crew.

Light-house beam
returns to the windjammer
caressing her.

Limp, rain, soaked
windjammer, moored
to the old wood wharf.

Windjammer open
after a bit of pushing
school children line the wharf.

the cat’s whiskers
the purrs of a dance
in the school girl’s arms.

Waterlilies
the wind finds a way
to raise their skirts.

Windjammer limp
only an albatross
circles and circles.