On a Wild Shore: A Short Poem

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So here you are on a wild shore.
Your boat is wrecked, your broken oar
Floats on the foam; and here you are
Under a sky with one lone star.

What happens next, you will decide,
Though on your back still demons ride.
Take courage, friend, blink back the tearโ€”
Leap, leap, and the net will appear!

Lasha Darkmoon

Dr Lasha Darkmoon (b.1978) is an Anglo-American ex-academic with higher degrees in Classics whose political articles and poems have been translated into several languages. Most of her political essays can be found at The Occidental Observer and The TruthSeeker. Her own website, Darkmoon.me, is now within the top 1 percent of websites in the world according to the Alexa ranking system.

5 thoughts to “On a Wild Shore: A Short Poem”

  1. You want me to jump into the sea. That sea. And pray that a magical net appears? Wait a minute, is this a satire about migrants? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Yes, yes it is a great poem (as usual) and it will be hard to shake from my mind. And yes, I can use it to inspire friends, relatives, myself! — when times are hard. However, you do realise that there is nothing more deadly than gaining the ire of a bad poet?

    Whatever
    Floats your boat
    Will never
    Get the vote
    Nor sever
    the watchful stoat…

    I’m still working on that one, ahem, but you have been warned. I have an arsenal of cliche, winching imagery, gibberish and the “truly Awful”, with which I will assail these heartfelt and inspirational Poems. The Day of the “Pome” is at hand…

    …and I have no idea were I’m going with this bulls**t ๐Ÿ˜‰

    1. WOW! You’re heading for trouble, Flopot, the way you’re going!

      One of these days you’re going to get a visit from three men in bowler hats and pinstripe suits from the Ministry of Silly Walks. And they are going to say: “Mr Flopot, we have read your inspired pomes on the Darkmoon site and would like to appoint you Poet Laureate of Great Britain. However, we can’t do that as we are a different department from the Ministry of Culture and Inspired Poesy. So we are here to offer you instead an even greater honour: the presidency of the Silly Walk Society (SWS). Please accept, dear Mr Flopot, and sign here on the dotted line! ๐Ÿ™‚

      And the next thing you know, Flopot, you will be in the Guinness Book of Records as the only poet in Britain, if not in the world, who will be reciting inspired pomes while hopping down the street on one leg! ๐Ÿ™‚

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfEh9EUS-6g

      1. Lasha,

        Great poem! Thanks for sharing. Don’t mind our high jinks…. Must read it to my Abbot and ask him what he thinks that cryptic last line means: “Leap, leap, and the net will appear!”

      2. Lol. I would sign immediately — the ‘oppin’ Poet of Old London Town is me name, and Pomes is me game ๐Ÿ˜‰

        Yes: time for the clowns to bow out.

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