Michael Edwards

A THOUSAND WRECKS

A THOUSAND WRECKS

 Spectrally

in our widening wake

the outline of fast fading coastlines.

Ceaselessly

onward in mists of foam

as salt breezes blow from prow to stern.

Furtively

following sea’s allure

and the beckoning waste of the deep.

Recklessly

ploughing the rolling waves

where it’s said that a thousand wrecks lie.

_{Michael Edwards © September 2017}