Did you sail the arctic
and caught a cold
and returned to an aridness at home
and your wells apostatic to warmth
Did this cold seize your wick
Did your infection kill the birds
Did you die after the years
Your epitaph read, I guess by a dear friend
‘Do not sail the arctic’
Image by Laurent Bouclier via Flickr
About the Author:
Carl Terver is a lover of Bob Marley. His brow arching has become a trait. His insistence on quality in lettered works is to a fault. He’s a chess player and a New Yorker reader, and one day wants to become an Adam Gopnik.
COMMENTS ( 3 ) -
Oyin Oludipe January 11, 2016 11:37
A vivid yet fragile poem. But I am curious in a different manner: why did you sail the arctic??
Ainehi Edoro January 11, 2016 06:44
Hi Susan, Thanks so much for pointing out the typo. The correction has been made. Hope you had a lovely holiday.
Susan January 11, 2016 06:42
Hi Ainehi, Love the poem -- but wondering if the title is misspelled. Should it be "Do not sail the arctic'? ('Arctic" is spelled correctly within the poem itself.) Best, Susan