Shipwreck

“Shipwreck”, “No Going Back” and “A Book Like Mine”

In Poetry by Leslie Soule

Three poems by Leslie Soule

Shipwreck

There’s something profoundly sad about a shipwreck

That draws it apart from the other forms of loss

Whether it be the ill-fated Pequod from Moby Dick,

The Eliza Donovan from my own novel,

Or the infamous Edmund Fitzgerald

That Gordon Lightfoot wrote his song about


We like to believe that there’s some Ariel in the Tempest,

To assure us that the men on board haven’t died,

Only undergone a sea-change,

Their eyes becoming pearls, their skin coral.


But ultimately, we know what it’s like to almost drown

Alone, cold, fighting for life, and thus we feel

Certain of knowing the bitter end

That these shipmen faced


And truly, as Gordon Lightfoot sings,

It feels like a witch in November

Setting her evil hand over a crystal ball with a ship inside,

Cackling, raising the waves in an early squall

To kill them all


And to leave us in mourning, setting candles on the shore.

No Going Back

Turns out, there’s no going back from fearlessness,

Once the world has

Put it in you

And the sweat of helplessness at the mention

Of Death’s name, washed away

I stretch my hands across a span of years

See them fanning out

In a magician’s deck

Pick one – any one –

And I was probably afraid

Then –

Of the loneliness that Bukowski writes about

Of failure. Of death’s icy grip and the realization that

No matter how I tried –

Life. Will. Have. Meant. Nothing.

But life bent and broke me

And shocked me and woke me

POOF!

The cards vanished.

It’s sad sometimes. I should be sad about it.

But now, there is nothing I fear

And there’s no going back.

A Book Like Mine

Has there ever been an adventure book like mine

Where the main character gets up for coffee in the morning

And wants to get going, and put some momentum into the world

But troubles abound?

Momentum is the thing –

Hard to manifest in the real world, easy to create on paper

But the rest would be similar enough

A (relatively) young hero, and her skills acquired thus far

Challenging the big, bad ol’ way things always were

Her faithful dog, a russet-colored Golden Shepherd

And books that hold all the answers

But

Sometimes

None.

Has there ever been an adventure book like mine

Where the main character feels such a lack

Of time and place and purpose

To a greater extent or a lesser,

In a world where all hands are bound?

No – I think

There has never been an adventure book written

About the struggle of a woman

Running in quicksand,

Never been one quite like mine.

About the Author

Leslie Soule

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