Beneath a fulsome sky.

Father left again today,
to the wildness of the trades,
to the wilderness of sea
and all which that entails.
He is gone,
under fair wind and full sheet,
a galleon set fair
and one in tow,
beneath a fulsome sky
over a mercurial tide.

Gone too with hopes and dreams,
with schemes of life
and hopes of deliverance.
We three wait,
two sisters and a brave heart,
never knowing his fate,
or ours.
But trusting,
in the fulsome sky
and the mercurial tide

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s