A Piercing Echo

The piercing echo of a cry

That followed along the seashore

Softly protruded by salty spray.

Like the meticulous strike of a marine clock.

Upon some rocky shore

The captain left unknowing

Of what malarky

The ship had befallen

When marooned.

His heart trembled

As he looked

Bereft at the waves

That undulating

Swallowed the carcass

Of his ship.

A piercing echo from his homeland

Buried beneath the waves.

The coarse waves

Entrenching the sweet pink melodies

Of his love far away.

The hardened grimace rising and falling.

A piercing echo sounded

Quail, squirrels, nuts and grass.

Salty waters

That burn the skin

Of such a

White canvas.

Once painted brilliant colors

Of an Englishman’s pride.

Such charm

He had taken a bride.

A beauty sought after by many a man.

Bold and brave he’d asked for her hand.

Bright colored summers

And flames of winter

Long trousers

And thoughts of dinner.

Gone with the waves.

A million miles away.

He watches

As the waves

Crash disdainfully

Into the lonely coast.