Volcano
The sinking of the good ship Verity
Shockwaves rock our boat,
Halfway around the earth, yet
Never run aground.
A new-born island,
Crowned in steaming waterfalls,
Rises in the air,
Coughing black smoke and
Spitting fiery rocks at us.
Our sails blaze brightly.
Waves spring up, opposed,
But we’re too small. Gone even
Before the ash falls.
About the Creator
Frank Havemann
Frank is from the 80’s and lives in Oxford with family and cats on a rich diet of writing, music, maths and books.
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