The Lifeboat
Bellied alongside
headswept by the breeze
she waits, her decks creaking,
as if making to catch
the strike of feet
upon the quayside:
fearful feet, eager feet
feet as varied as the breeze
tugging salt swells alongside.
Before long they come,
tumbling, stumbling
down the well-worn steps
along the quayside,
over her salt-cracked lip
onto the topside;
some sit, some stand, tap feet,
wring their hands, while their gaze
drifts back toward the quayside.
Out on the swell,
on the oiled dun and ochre
of the silt-floor fracture,
through the wind-sting lash,
the gull shriek crash,
the mainstay's chatter;
and some cry, others mutter
as the upwell and shatter
strikes hard along her broadside.
Reaching leeway
they press forward, hopefully,
peering desperately at the far side;
then finally alongside,
they spill like ghost-shrimp
onto the quayside.
‘Here life starts?’
‘Here life ends?’
Their freedom then decided.
Then she turns and she waits;
bellied alongside
headswept by the breeze,
her hold creaking
as if aching
to be full again.
About the Creator
Elaine Ruth White
Hi. I'm a writer who believes that nothing is wasted! My words have become poems, plays, short stories and novels. My favourite themes are mental health, art and scuba diving. You can follow me on www.words-like-music, Goodreads and Amazon.
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