Villanelle contest

[Lawrence]

The Day the Sea died.

Today the sea has dried at last
My lighthouse shuts his eye, so then
I cut the sailcloth off my mast

The fishing lines shall not be cast-
Will never tempt a bass again.
Today the sea has dried at last.

I took a taxi to Iceland
And passed the stranded ships, when
They cut the sailcloth off their masts

They split it up, and changed the maps
New borders sprung across the land
The day the sea had dried at last

What kept us far apart has passed-
The nations war to steal the sand.
The day the sea had dried at last
We cut the sailcloth off our masts.