Hubris at Sea

[Brownlie]

The Skies were dark Grey
I could have turned back
Now easterly gusts, show me this fact

The beans groan, the wood clatters
It whisper about
How my Pride and my Judgement
Could have kept us about

The men, they take notice
in all hurricane and Woe
they look up to me
It is my cargo, my burden
their sunken deep stow

but now easterly we head, echoed by the next moon
it speaks of our sovereignty, my pride and their doom

When I hear the term Hubris I think immediately of Greek Drama. Put short hubris is excessive pride, but it is also an unwillingness to accept one's mortal fate. Your poem has much in common with the English or Shakespearean Sonnet form. However, that form demands iambic pentameter. To do iambic pentameter you need five feet per line. A foot is an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed one. What seperates stressed from unstressed still seems sort of nebulous to me. Do you have any specific concerns about this poem? Hopefully I was able to help you.