Lonely Oceans

Shabby suitcase at her feet,

Bonnet on her crown

Ship’s klaxon,

Caribbean horizon

Canopies quiver

As night drops with a sigh

And sombre shorelines whisper

Goodbye,

Goodbye.

Are those teardrops on her cheekbones?

Or just the whipping of the wild and wailing wind

As Kingston Town retreats to nothing more

Than memories

Of heart, of soul, of mind.

Wind,

Rush me over lonely oceans

Bring me fortune,

Keep me humble,

Keep me safe.

And happiness;

Take this sorrow that my heart endures

As swelling, rolling wave

Takes me further from this place.

HMP Magilligan

2nd Prize Poetry Advanced, Listowel Writing in Prison Awards, 2019
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