Poem based on my experiences aboard RMS St Helena:
HOMEWARD BOUND
Our ship pitches and rolls as it labours
Against wind and swell to its home harbour.
Her bow thrusts into each wave’s swollen ridge,
Crashing white each side and over the bridge.
I cling on tightly to the salt-caked rail
Against the lurching ship and tearing gale.
The wind and white-capped waves in endless rows
Slow our progress day and night; but rainbows
In the spray and the rings around the moon
Speak hope of safe return, to hold you soon.
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