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WINNING POEMS
March 5, 2010
Honorable Mention - Mary Wood
Elegy
Somewhere in forgotten boatyards
dismasted hulls
imprisoned in wooden cradles,
shrouded,
are the boats we sailed together.
Their spars are racked against shed walls
halyards coiled. There is no song,
no chime of steel against aluminum.
In this season when dark
smothers daylight,
I remember heading down
the Chester, past Love Point
and out into the Bay,
and a blue and brilliant passage
to Solomon's, reefed down.
Tomorrow's forecast is freezing rain.
An asphalt front paves the Western sky,
and yet, the dying sun is hoisting
red defiant banners in the sailor's night.
Mary Wood
Somewhere in forgotten boatyards
dismasted hulls
imprisoned in wooden cradles,
shrouded,
are the boats we sailed together.
Their spars are racked against shed walls
halyards coiled. There is no song,
no chime of steel against aluminum.
In this season when dark
smothers daylight,
I remember heading down
the Chester, past Love Point
and out into the Bay,
and a blue and brilliant passage
to Solomon's, reefed down.
Tomorrow's forecast is freezing rain.
An asphalt front paves the Western sky,
and yet, the dying sun is hoisting
red defiant banners in the sailor's night.
Mary Wood
Photo Courtesy of Tyler Campbell