Port Serenity
I know the storms you face
On the open see's
The perils of trust and skullduggery
Always adrift and eyes clapping on sights perceived
N'er a port nor lantern's light
At midship and no stars at night
Hear the voice of me
The Siren's song
Not of doom and demise
More of safety and a port by sunrise
Rest your soul
Repair your sails
Restring your rigging
Stock up on essentials
Set sail on the tide
Any tide
When it suits you
I am that port where you are always welcome
Where you will be protected from the storms that chase you
Through the winds and the doldrums of your travels
I will be that place in which you may stay
Unguarded and free to roam my shores
To engage with me in topics of adventure
To plan your conquests
To whatever extent you desire or devise
I am of an ephemeral place
Only seen when needed or desired
Want me for naught and I shall be invisible
My harbours closed to all
My waters sterile of life and sustainment
Beware ye who're so much for the plunder
There be no treasure here
Only surrender
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.