(Wyspa).
An uninhabited intermittent tidal island,in the Arctic Seas.about 58 deg (Franz Joseph land)N.L.Barren,windswept,coming and going with the fog. A hazard to navigation.



North Island

The tidal surge,the foggy frost
The snowy winds,the sailors lost
Rocky cliffs the only way
Will this night return to day?

I see it now,defies the dark
On black horizon,one small mark
A bright and blinking eerie glow
A signal light my course to show?

What is this land this silhouette?
This phantom coast,I'll founder yet
I'm breaking up,this demon sea!
I know this night will finish me

When soft within these winds I hear
A mournful voice assails my ear
Then crying out I heard it say
Come follow me I know the way

A phantom light on distant slope
To guide me on my only hope
A sudden calm as I head in
But louder still that wailing din

Just now I see a rocky beach
And moving shapes,just out of reach
Shadow men stand on the shore
And suddenly I am no more




Poetry by vladimir todor turmanev
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Written on 2011-05-23 at 10:59

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Dear vladimir todor turmanev, the month of May marked the 10th anniversary of PoetBay. Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page, as a highlight of the good posts that have been published on PoetBay since 2005. Thank you for posting on our poetry website - you're part of PoetBay's history!
2015-05-29


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
As a solo sailor, I fully identify with this poem. One man against the elemental force of wind, fog and sea. You have brilliantly defined the challenge and the fear we all face when the call comes and we have no choice but o answer.
2015-05-29



I like this poem. Sometimes it stresses the juvenile, metaphorically and prosoducally. But it's good, really good.
2015-05-28


countryfog
As always, you take us places no one else does . . . and in some remarkable way they are places inside us we didn't know were there.
2011-05-23