The Shipwreck

For Ronovans Decima Challenge with Beach the prompt word on the A rhyme line.

The Shipwreck

He left the port set on a reach,
genoa tight, clenched in the cleat.
Quite soon, he knew, he'd have to beat,
remember all sea dogs could teach.

Portland loomed above Chesil Beach,
a darkling sky filled him with dread.
The white whipped waves he saw ahead
would see his boat tossed as the squall
held his surviving hopes in thrall.
The last he saw, his mainsail shred.
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The Trail is Cold

The Trail Is Cold - A Decima

We've had our fill and gone without;
it's all part of life's ebb and flow.
We sometimes wonder where years go,
how seasons change and change about.

When certainty turns into doubt
as youthful days grow ever old,
prognostications turn less bold.
Ever unsure of what we've learned
we mourn for wisdom, less discerned
and somehow lost. The trail is cold.



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Old Possum Rides Again

A contribution to Ronovan’s Decima Challenge 65 with Go being the prompt word on the B rhyme line.

Old Possum Rides Again

Our garden boils with local cats.
They dig the earth where seedlings grow,
squat, poop, paw back the soil and go
on sniffing out domestic rats.

They are feline aristocrats
whose sleek demeanour, haughty ways
drove Eliot to overpraise
their practicality. My wife
is apt to chase them with a knife
back through the local alleyways.
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