Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie

30 poems in 30 days challenge! Day 13

The pearl slapdash of the moon is on the water
A stroke of white on black canvas
Shimmering yet blurring into its depth
As we slice through the mid-Atlantic

The grey silhouette of the ship
An iron cast mould in the dead of the night

A slow whistle floats on waves of wind
Making its way to the deck
A door opens, a head peeps out
There is a strong gust of wind
It goes back in
But in that instant
It grips the tune
Before plunging back under cover

At dawn, the sun strikes
Both corners of the ship
The bow and the stern
Gleaming in morning glory

Footsteps on the deck
A long deep breath of virgin air
Then a whistle
Slow and soft
A lonely traveller blows
A familiar tune floats back into the winds