The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Raft of souls
Raft of souls
M A Heathcote
Suspended in dream, loathe with an idlers conceit
With leagues above and below our feet
We circumspectly navigate this insomniacís sleep
Grudgingly, groaning we row on his oars of deceit
We harbourage between his waves of sun and moon
Rowing with lank-long arms aboard his raft of souls
Wingless cherubim in penance of his formless moulds
We his cargo of shadowy shipmates, shipmen of doom
We are the murmur behind the shells salt sea ear
We are the anchorless moorings never-nearer-near!
Never-nearer-near! Yet to be seen or saved!
Always just drowning beneath the waves
Like confessionary bewailing slaves.