At Sea

Whilst at sea, we are often in uncharted waters, relying on technology to give us our bearings. In the days of old, sailors relied on stars to orient them. But what happens when you are landlocked, and the sky is clouded over?


The sky was pearly grey,

I stood on the deck

Of fire escape

And found myself at sea,

As the crowd behind

On the busy street

Roared below,

Waves of people

Crashing their words

I heard

The albatross call,

And I drank in air,

As they drank in rum,

My thirst for your company

Not assuaged

The star pointed

Five degrees,

As sharp as the day

You had

Flown to another land,

Lain down

And gone to sleep



Amber R Walker, Hull, Creative Writer, Bookmaker, Lover of art

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