Waves pound against his boat.
The need to stay afloat is strong,
well aware his swan song
could be sung before long and be
shared with a callous sea.
He knows he cannot flee or save
this seafarer so brave
from the watery grave that waits.
Yet, still he contemplates
how to deny the fates that clutch
his soul. With Neptune’s touch,
the spirit loses much, and breath
succumbs to looming death.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the prompt at Creative Bloomings “Inform Poets” to write a poem in the Luc-Bat style. [NOTE: This poem was honored with a Brilliant Bloom by Creative Bloomings on 2/22/14.]