memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Going sailing

She sheered off

Heeled over

Slanting away to leeward

Wind-taut sail

Cutting through the rippling water

Accelerating smoothly

Elegant and beautiful

Her gurgling hull

Leaning gracefully into

The pea-green seas.


He stood on the sloping deck

Balancing easily on bare feet

He could feel

The living ship

The thrust of her

The song the of the wind

In her rigging

She was his


She was his



Comments on: "Going sailing" (3)

  1. Oh this is fabulous Tom! I really love it and could feel the wind in my hair. But I’ll stick at the feeling from your poem! I wouldn’t go anywhere near a sailing boat! 😄 x


  2. I wouldn’t either x


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