A poem by Christine.
"Wreck"
She appeared
Suddenly.
Her shape
All at once
Familiar,
Yet disturbing.
The dark body
Of her,
Split and open,
In the blue.
An invitation
To pry and look;
The dark ribs
Of her arc
Upwards,
Like fingers,
Stretching up.
Her hull torn,
Spilling cables,
Brown and viscous,
While ropes
Meander,
Moving with
The drift;
Knots still strong.
Her descent
Was slow,
Into chill and dark;
Her ruptured frame
Settling in
Dignity, and
Solitariness.
CES, 2009.