.
Full sail two boats
make for the moonlit shore
two men, two women
wait
Out there, on the edge of the sea, the two men stand together, tall and close. A little behind them, the two women sit on a rock. The one in the black gown has her hand on the shoulder of the one in red.
Moon shadowed among the dark rocks, I watch them. In front, almost close enough for me to touch, stands a great anchor. Symbol of hope, it rests upright against another.
The watchers face in. Together, and calmly, they gaze out to sea. And I with them.
Here on a moonlit night in 1821, Caspar David Friedrich painted this in oils.
Moonlight spills beneath the clouds
soft light
on the gallery floor
make for the moonlit shore
two men, two women
wait
Out there, on the edge of the sea, the two men stand together, tall and close. A little behind them, the two women sit on a rock. The one in the black gown has her hand on the shoulder of the one in red.
Moon shadowed among the dark rocks, I watch them. In front, almost close enough for me to touch, stands a great anchor. Symbol of hope, it rests upright against another.
The watchers face in. Together, and calmly, they gaze out to sea. And I with them.
Here on a moonlit night in 1821, Caspar David Friedrich painted this in oils.
Moonlight spills beneath the clouds
soft light
on the gallery floor
by Ken Jones
Aberystwyth, Wales
June 2002
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