Rigging for the Dance
by L. Stewart Marsden
The Christiana slowy bends,
Her brackish waters concealing morsals
From the stick-legged crane
Who carefully stalks at river’s edge.
A fallen barge slowly succumbs
To rusting ravages, brittleing brine,
Like a lover’s reminder, emptys, decays
While the corpse rolls over in the tide.
A wind-blown cruiser,
Applys rouge and lipstick and
To once again engage upon the ocean.
Her heart quickens as the time draws near
To slip into her formal gown
Then, one-by-one, slide down the stairs
To the gaze and admiration of her beau.
Day Eight of The National Poetry Month challenge of one poem a day during this month. The Kalmar Nyckel readys for her summer engagement.