‘Adrift’ and Other Poetry by J.C. Elkin The Society December 17, 2012 Poetry Adrift I spy your pain vast as the briny blue. I smell the creosote that seals your hold, but don’t let enmity be what you rue in logging a life’s voyage when you’re old. S.S. Resentment is a mutinous ship of blaggards bent on vengeance, lust and greed since first its bow was christened in the slip ofpoverty, abuse, neglect and need. But pirate mates have nothing warm to offer when sleet is raining down upon your soul. The gold is locked inside the Captain’s coffer each time the ship is headed for a shoal. It’s time to cast your spoils into the foam. Set sail and chart a new course bound for home. The Mall On the list of things that I hate most of all the one I hate most is a day at the mall where all the offenses that rankle my brain wage war on my senses: a full-blown campaign to exact peoples’ cash, brains, taste, self-control, individualism – a gluttonous toll. Rampant consumption, pretense, bad food, sales reps’ fake smiles all pushy and shrewd, bass woofers blasting their arrogant noise of play listed tunes the ad man employs, shapeless bodies in too shapely clothes show string thongs and cleavage as flesh overflows, biker tattoos on ingénue skin, spent kiddie cries in the echoey din. Of all the “musts” the mall tries to ply escape’s the one thing that I don’t have to buy. J.C. Elkin: As a language teacher and founder of the Broadneck Writers’ Workshop in Annapolis, Maryland, I write in all forms, but my poetry has won awards with the Poetry Society of New Hampshire and Poetry Matters, and appeared in Kestrel, Off the Coast, Obsession, The Serving House Journal, Bellow, Earth’s Daughters and the Maryland Writers’ Association anthology Life In Me Like Grass On Fire. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. Related Post ‘Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We’ and Oth... Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We There’s little of the Plague that we can find to celebrate except for this small gem – when those who died... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.