The Crimson Sea
On Youth and Manhood
A dawn stroll,
weary feet adjust to
grey cloud-rise.
Mother-hands grip tight,
wary of the boy’s
eager toes.
‘What lies beyond The Crimson Sea?’
Again, she calls silence.
Years pass by,
storms mature with child.
Mother lies broken as
a shard of Father’s
ship washes up from
scarlet waters.
The boy stares out,
taunted by The Crimson Sea.
Curiosity manifests destiny,
Mother wails for
future isolation.
A mottled Captain blows
a futile horn.
The boy departs with
feverish eyes, finally
quelled by The Crimson Sea.
An endless red,
unending horizon,
he seeks answers
from skeleton crews
who remain tongueless.
Captain whispers,
‘The Crimson Sea lures
them like a siren.’
Time went by with
nought to learn.
He ceased speaking
eventually, as they all do.
Stopping sporadically to
claim more runts.
Mothers bleed sadness
into The Crimson Sea.
One evening, by starboard bow,
A dashed ship
silently slips by.
A Father’s face
stares back.
He shall return shortly,
ending a solitude
upon The Crimson Sea.
A hundred Fathers
heading home.
A hundred Sons
taking mantle.
A hundred Mothers’
tears subside.
A Crimson Sea
forever unceasing.
C.B
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