Might Hope Someday Rise? A Poem
Might Hope Someday Rise?
I’ve been to the edge
And looked down
Upon the craggy cliff,
The brutally scarred face.
Each fissure a reminder of the violence
Streams break forth from the sculpted brow
And strike sharp angles
That support lofty vistas,
Sorrowful eyes scanning the sea’s horizon.
The feet of the towering precipice bathe
In a pool of cascading tears
Shielded from the breakers
By scraps of their own demise.
Why the searching eyes?
Could it be
That hope might someday rise
Over the horizon of the bounding main?
Winter Storm, Cornwall, England 2014
© 2020 Chris Mills