The sight of an old wreck is enough to stir even the the least fertile imagination as we listen out for the cries and shouts of its crew and the inner eye alights on their frantic efforts to save the vessel before abandoning it to try and save themselves ... a feeling for ghosts, captured in various art forms inviting us to engage with both history and an enduring posthumous consciousness.
SHIPWRECK
Looming
in an autumnal mist
as
if out of nowhere…
a
wreck once on its way,
who
knows where
or
why, even cares any more,
so
many years gone by, tales told,
reworked,
and told again?
Mildly
protesting waves cradling
the
cadaver like a family
anxious
to save one of its own
any
greater grief
from
a lively imagination weaving
a
tapestry of let’s-pretend memories
among
various art forms
Dead
wood, live spirit, ever ripe
for
pickings by the inner eye
on
the alert for choice moments
from
nature’s archives;
likewise,
an ear no less sensitive
to
echoes of a past crowding senses,
reclaiming
its voices…
Mist
thickening, wreck vanishing
from
view as if dying another
of
a thousand deaths lent its tragedy
at
the moment of its drowning
by
such guardian ghosts as allow
mind-body-spirit
permanent access
to
nature and human nature
Copyright
R. N. Taber
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