Shipwreck Green

By Makis
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The green darkens like a bruised lantern, salt-washed.
Turner paints his sea towards a violent, fearsome frenzy
where verdigris veins braid with foam, and broken keels
list into a hungry abyss where light is swallowed whole.
This green is heavy and rich, like doubloons that sink
and sleep, a Charon that ferries destinies and keeps
tally when fingers loosen and voices slip away into the
deep, welcomed cold and silent onto Neptune's palette.
Under monstrous weight, the ocean folds itself into night,
a verdict-black that wrenches sound from frantic throats,
a portal through which the fates of men are sealed,
their very essence dissolved into nature's liquid canvas.
Shipwreck green chafes the senses and pricks at our fear.
It's an ominous, iridescent haunting, a premonition that
yawns, then rages, then makes the darkness eat the light.
A siren, luring men into the depths of our first beginning.
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Comments
Wow! A word- and image
Wow! A word- and image-perfect way of expressing this painting. Fabulous. A competition winner, I'd say.
So much I could say, but I'll leave it there.
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A brilliant poem, Makis.
A brilliant poem, Makis.
Many memorable lines.
Fine work, this is.
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