[Afterimage of your lands] (poem c/c)?

[Afterimage of your lands]

Night descended upon us!…
A lightning – a darkness
sea waves raised as castles
a northern wind bites, barks
we strive on rudder, undermasts.

As if blackened dogs cried
Listen! Winds! Horde odd entities
widest of an ocean, the captain tried
to suspend our icon, our fears to hide
wet decks, erase our prayers last traces

A mal spirit of impertinent whims
an anecdote of a demonic benight…

And you! Waited for my return so tight
your eyes glance an antidote was, a wince
your old whispered caresses, won the winds…

I wish I had that silver cross I lost
that night when of bar-liquor I got drunk
or maybe your photo deep in water sunk
my fault, I know, to define an expired post,
my afterimage of your lands at northernmost
&& It is a common practice among sailors, when there is nothing else to be done in extreme danger, to suspend the Holy Icon of the boat upon the main mast. It could be an Icon of Virgin Mary or Saint Nicolas, the protector of sea-men. Old sea-men claim it works!

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