By the waves I felt the storm
shall Death bring his scythe?
Eagerly I looked for cover;
loud thunderstorms drumming
from the tempest that is blowing.
‘It’s that beat,’ I mutter steering;
that vicious, vicious pounding,
rushing tidal surge never exhaling
I sing a splendid, sudden simoom
screech loud than the tearing sails
crave the becalmed, blowy bellows!
I ignore the smashing, severe rains;
take thy lashing from out of my heart.
I threw its ghost into the gunnels
Await the defeated, dreich drum,
here stands that unflustered sailor.
Steering my ship to Davy Jones himself.
Ken is a disabled veteran and prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He has five poetry collections to date; ‘The Cellaring’, ‘A Taint of Pity’, ‘Zephyr’s Whisper’, ‘The Cellaring, Second Edition’ and ‘Sonnets and Scribbles’. Ken’s been nominated three times for the Pushcart Prize and six times for Best of the Net. His poetry took the First Place Award for the 2018 and 2019, Realistic Poetry International Nature Poetry Contests. Ken’s latest endeavor is as a Content Creator on Youtube, crafting special poetry videos weekly. Ken loves writing, hiking, thunderstorms, and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy.