Storm
The rollers roll and the breakers break
as the storm sweeps unforeseen,
and the waters boil and the clouds roil
but the moon looks down serene.
All the ships that creep across the deep
and even the submarine
take closer haul through savage squall
but the moon looks down serene.
Though winds may blow and waves may grow
as the tempest supervenes,
sailors hold their breath in fear of death
but the moon looks down serene.
Stephen Gospage
Sun 29th Sep 2024 17:10
The tempest 'supervenes'. I didn't know the word, Trevor, and I think it makes the poem.