Are You Ready To Go Back To...?

A ship lies on the ocean floor,
Its back split asunder.
The splendour of 100 years ago,
Encrusted,
Decaying.
The shoes of the lost,
Scattered around and spread wide.
The sight eerily beautiful,
A memorial to elegance;
A remembrance of a lost age.
Yet the wreck has its own grace,
Its own defining beauty in its decay.
Its name is imprinted in history.
A message to the future,
A warning from the past.
Remember it forever,
But let it rest in silence,
Until it is only a memory.
Its story told forever,
And cherished.
Remember those lost,
One thousand five hundred and three,
Heroic in their deaths,
Now part of a legend,
Now part of the sea,
Now part of the planet,
And the ship lies,
A magnificent headstone,
Silent,
Yet full of life,
The life of the creatures,
That weave their way through,
And settle,
And deposit,
And grow.

J R A GIGNEY (April 15, 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.

A Pancreatic Plea

Islets of Langerhans,
Do me a favour,
Make me some insulin,
So my food I savour.

I'm fed up with needles,
I'm fed up with pills,
The vials of insulin,
I'd throw to the hills.

So Islets of Langerhans,
Please do some work.
Make me some insulin,
Come on don't shirk!!!

J R A GIGNEY (15 April 2012)


• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.