Crows' Nest

by Ben Pickard   Jan 5, 2021

How can I dream,
Nor even hope?
Each day's as black as was the last!
How can I steer
This cursed ship
When crows perch on the broken mast?

A ship can sail
So many storms
Before the captain's tiller snaps.
A man can be
At sea so long
Before the land then calls him back.

I have been lost,
Among the souls
Who knew not when to turn for shore,
And though I still
Am far from home
My creaking ship can't be ignored.

Perhaps the storm
Will blow those birds
From out their nest, and in the sea;
Perhaps, at last,
I'll sail for home
Upon a calm and gentle breeze.


Ben Pickard 2021


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  • 3 months ago

    by stormingdance (Jessica)

    Beautiful. Hope you're doing well. - Jess

    • 3 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Jessica. All good here. Hope you and yours are well, too.

  • 3 months ago

    by Walter

    Your poem flows so beautifully and I wish the same for your ship to make it home. Well-written Ben and I enjoyed this one.

  • 3 months ago

    by hiraeth

    Brilliant idea to have each stanza take the form of a mast, expertly written as always Ben.

    • 3 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you all for your time and thoughts.

  • 3 months ago

    by Keira Pickard

    I loved the subtle rhymes, Dad! I haven't seen a poem like this one before, but I think it's well executed!
    Everyone has the urge to return home eventually. I enjoyed how you've portrayed the ship to be broken and battered, as I think it's a metaphor for the weariness and longing to return home, though I could be wrong!
    I liked this, it has an excellent story to it :)

  • 3 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I too enjoyed the format, and felt the process of coming to a resolution. The thought of possibly returning home, whether that be reconciling with one's past, or realizing at some point you have to face the land, and everything that haunted or haunts you there. I felt many things while reading this. I liked the greater understanding that one can only be gone for so long, before there is a call to return. We're not meant to be lost forever. No matter if we're running away or just hoping to find peace, we have to often confront what either waits ahead or behind us. The imagery here was meaningful, with the metaphor and reflection on how easily we can lose our direction and purpose, so it becomes nearly impossible to see or know the future, to navigate our life... especially when there are obstacles, weights, things to crowd our mind (like the birds).

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