Fishermen's Last Supper
(by Marsden Hartley)
For wine, they drank the ocean--
for bread, they ate their own despairs;
counsel from the moon was theirs
for the foolish contention.
Murder is not a pretty thing
yet seas do raucous everything
to make it pretty--
for the foolish or the brave,
a way seas have.
(p. 271 of Collected Poems)
(originally published in Androscoggin, 1940)
→ Poetry prompt: Write about something important in your life without actually ever writing directly about it.
Use something else to talk about the important feeling or event. For instance, the sea, or supper time.