Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Japanese Tsunami poem.

Having seen some terrifying but remarkable images of Japan since the Tsunami, a small poem came to me. I'm sure everyone can agree, it has been difficult to think of much else over the past week.

The Great Wave

A land ridden fishing ship,
Not your ordinary jetsam.
Surfed in with a flick,
From the blackened ocean.

Nearby a roof with a truck on it,
Eighteen wheels spinning friction free -
A useful landmark,
Since signs swept back with the sea.

Matchstick planks flank rubbled roadsides,
As far as you can bear to gaze.
So many goodbyes.
With nothing but a wave.

Will Coldwell

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