Message in a Bottle
A little bit of litter
loitered there upon the sand.
A green and glassy bottle
with no label showing brand.
I wonder if it floated here
from some far distant land,
with a message at its core for me to read,
sent by a sailor stranded and in need.
A little weathered letter
written by the sailor’s hand,
send here across the seven seas
on waves the wind had fanned.
Is this the destination
that the messenger had planned?
Alas, I find the note has since been freed,
and now the bottle’s stranded too, indeed.
Allan Cropper
- In response to Poetry Prompt #7
