When from the sea her wildness blew,
Alone I watched the lighthouse shine
through crested waves the ship and you,
a way to shelter from her lethal brine.
Alone I saw the helmsman tighten lines
his pockmarked face, his dying crew,
Alone I knew
Today we are doing Quadrilles at dVerse with Kim. The word to use is wild in a poem of 44 words exactly.
January 27, 2019