Locked in icy waters in the
shimmering light a lone sailing
ship lost in its bid.
Praying for a guardian of angels
to extend its welcomed
presence.
To provide some semblance
of protection and companionship
to lost souls clamoring for some
kind of divine help
(44 words)
Victoria's Quadrille #6 of 44 words at
d'Verse and to include the word shimmer
in any of its various forms and
Nekneeraj's Photo Challenge #107 at MLMM
Wonderful words and so well written Hank.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
A powerful poem of an intense, desperate situation...may heaven help them!
ReplyDeleteThat's really pretty, Hank.
ReplyDeleteThat is all some can do in such situations
ReplyDeleteThere's an other-worldliness to this, Hank. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat's scary to be all alone in that situation ~ Yikes ~
ReplyDeleteI read this as a strong and comforting metaphor. May we all sense a presence to protect us. Thanks, Hank
ReplyDeleteYou really brought silver to the shimmering... there is such magic in the image.
ReplyDeleteI love the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteGreat piece. I had to read it twice, which is a good thing.
ReplyDeletelost souls seeking a shimmering light
ReplyDeleteto help them out of their plight
I found this comforting, souls looking for that shimmering light and believing in it.
ReplyDeleteA lovely ekphrastic poem, Hank.
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