The Beckoning
Ekphrastic Challenge March 2023 #2
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for March 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
The Beckoning
The cliffs and the waves, the sharp rocks below
To a watery grave goes the shipmate’s soul
A light from the shore to warn sailors at sea
But rough waters they beckon to me
Rough waters they beckon to me
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I drink of the ale and the fruit of the vine
Hard liquors and spirits, ambrosia divine
Tobacco and opium, such pleasure is thee
My vices they beckon to me
These vices they beckon to me
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I was told to be wary of a woman like you
Your touch it burns my flesh through
Sweet siren lips like honey they be
Your song how it beckons to me
Your eyes how they beckon to me
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Led by the wind and North Star light
The ocean that stretches forever in sight
No other way I would feel this free
How the sailor’s life beckons to me
Oh’ how this life beckons
Beckons to me
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Comments (1)
So so hauntingly beautiful