The little ships racing for harbour shelter
From storm lashed seas
Men and boat trapped in a frozen memory
Of masts and yards ..caught in ice.
Fish in ice below decks
Bone cold..mind numbed
Days and nights.
The lightship beam warms the soul
Fog deletes landfall.
A far off lighthouse grows close
Harbour lights glow closer
Hazel Brown: Picture & Poem (Feb 2016)