Frantic Romantic


Left at the helm

he couldn’t control,

the pace was frantic.

Mesmerised by lust,

gull to chips,

his eyes locked,

its shaft gigantic.



expressed early

seasick thoughts romantic.

A glassy spring night,

Illumination became infatuation.

He ran straight at it,

tall in the Atlantic.


Crashing into a lighthouse.



of a distant ship returning,

dashed his heart, tragic.

Hopes and dreams,

his lemon soul,


on rocks volcanic.


Mirrored in the ship’s brass

glaring light in stark contrast.

In a dream he asked, in panic,

the oracle.

Please! Complete the line -

this beginning will end…