(it’s meter practice; I went to a poetry workshop at the Dylan Thomas Centre this morning and I’ve got rhymes on my mind; I know I said I shouldn’t rhyme…)
Be careful not to trip over those lines.
They move on their own without any warning
And you don’t want to lose your footing.
Once in the water your fate’s out of my hand;
I’ve tried it before, they’ll ignore my demand.
Water’s their domain. It’d be insane
To stand in between them and what they want.
It’s them who rock, it’s them who trip,
It’s them who may well sink this ship.
My home is my castle but I’m not in charge
The ghosts of the drowned keep haunting this barge.