Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Stevie Smith
1902 - 1971
One of my most favourite poems ..... ever!
Credits to ShadowHouseCreations, RubyBlossom and IreneAlexeeva (for textures I layered and blended), NumbBumm for the clouds whilst the remainder are from the public domain.
Thanks for looking.