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David Ratcliffe – Poetry

Slipping his moorings

Less than an hour earlier,
he’d knelt thumbs crossed;
on failing to receive a signal
he slid solo on a one-way voyage,
slipping his moorings
with no one at the helm
drifting toward a squall
no lenient heart had charted.

Senses long since mutinied
lifeboats cut adrift,
alone like never before,
he no longer sought an afterlife
just wished to withdraw.

No one could navigate his depths,
no flares were witnessed,
no comms picked up,
no search was undertaken.

An hour after th...


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