Anchored to the Past
Anchored to the past,
Where shadow hunters stalk the air and sea,
There is no escape , no sanctuary.
Squawking seabirds, stinging jellyfish,
A lone shark looming large
Baiting its’ next blood-soaked feast,
All await in the ocean of yesterday.
Fight or flight to freedom?
The mind is trapped in sunken time,
Its’ anchor well secured.
Free? How can one be free
When the captors are shadows
And the rusting chains of yesterday
Shackle victims below.
This is an updated version of a poem, based on a picture of an anchored shipwreck, Donegal , that I’ve been working on recently.
Photo can be viewed on flickr.
Other poems: The Window