Another Seascape with Storm Coming On
‘The sun is God’ – JMW Turner
January and deepest winter.
Turner’s in the sky at Acco.
An evil hour and the sun
a bruised, ill-tempered god
disrobes deep in one sunken cheek
of the black-faced sky.
The waters rise:
Wave upon desperate wave,
each thirsting for some scrap
of inland warmth, soars, lunges,
claws in vain at ancient harbour walls
grand enough to sneer, implacable,
teasing the tossing torrent into ebb.
A trifling dusk.
All’s swept away save one
lone angler who braced with
rod, line and lantern, scarcely leans,
takes an expert pause, hooking
an unwary, silvered slip for tea.
A wild and wretched day now trapped
in night, queues to be reeled into eternity.
© Natalie Wood (27 July 2015)