I wrote this poem based on a work of art. My professor said to read the poem first and then look at the piece of art to see how well the author did. Here is the painting.
Red Hope during That
Millennium-Old Voyage
Tranquil darkness, spread across the ocean,
interrupted by an amber gleam reflecting
next to the Polynesian canoe.
Hot ringlets hiss as they collide into
the salty brine. A rippling column of smoke halts
the explorers, as the cloud pillar that
had separated the Egyptians from the Israelites
at the Red Sea. The
Polynesians quiver,
eyes transfixed on their destiny. Their bare
backs glisten from the distant heat, and
waves propel them closer. One lone
warrior stands on the edge of the boat, clutching
the rigging. His eyes
are keen and
jaw is set. Nothing can sway
him or quench
his burning desire to see
what lies beyond the smoke.
Can we summon enough strength
to be that brave?
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