I mapped your coastline with a compass
Marking the point of no return
With a pencil line upon the map
Only monsters lie beyond.
Your shores were fraught with danger
Hidden reefs to tear my hull
Shifting sands to ground me
And waves to turn me under.
But promises of treasure
Filled my nightly dreams
Driving my desires
Until I found myself at sea
With only one direction
Left for me to take.
I took the voyage aware
Of the calamities awaiting
Paid heed to the tales
Of shipwrecked sailors
Left to drift in your still waters,
Each was mad with thirst
Still driven by their hunger
For when they heard your name
They howled and cried asunder
Dropping to their knees
They swore they were your servants
And offered up their hearts
As devoted tokens given freely.
If there was a price to pay
To set foot upon your land
Then I would pay it willingly
For I had travelled far
Across the stormy sea
With only one intent
To take your hand
And leave my ship behind
Listing on the sands.
About the Creator
Chris Noonan
A gardener and a writer. I write poetry and short stories about pretty much anything. Author of ‘Red Fang’ and ‘Peripheral Loss’.


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