Strange Cargo

by Tony Grannell   Sep 10, 2019


The looming wracks of wintertide
a darkling into eve's divide.
A gloom 'twixt loss and deep despair
where worn the light beyond repair.

Pelt hail and gale into the fray,
the thunder thwacks the life from day.
Out of the doldrums, heave and smite
the mounting riots in tumbling might.

A ship, her crew in fear beset,
her cargo to the spume and fret.
O'er crag and stack, mid surf and kelp,
who'd hear, pray, none, a cry for help.

The morn to judge, bewail, decry,
the ebbing tide to testify.
Laments the sun when leaning o'er
the shackled Negroes washed ashore.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Star

    First of all, welcome to PnQ!!
    This poem is really good, I have enjoyed it :)
    Looking forward for more from you!!

    • 1 day ago

      by Tony Grannell

      Hello Star,
      Your kind words a very much appreciated.
      Regards, Tony.