The sight of a phantom ship is a portent of doom.
Yell Sound, Shetland 2014 - by R.A.D. Stainforth
Sailed Off To See
'da Wilds o'Yell'
We float above an eerie sense
adrift these rising waves,
like an endless expanse
of withered, sunlit cotton fields.
Over yesterday's ancient beach
first birthed by
sands and mud, now turned to rock.
Onward ye ablest captain.
Storm clouds in our reach
weaving shreds of cobwebs
through this balmy island air.
Enticing rumors
of lurking horrors
and Ghost Ships
upon this never-ending sea.
16 comments:
"Sailed off to see." Neat...
Nice poem, in life there are situations of all kinds !!
Beautifull with the clouds.
Greetings,
Filip
Berowne, Thanks for seeing my play with see and sea! Sea which is the last word! Wasn't sure if anyone would catch it!
you well describe the open fields of the oceans surface
ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
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I saw a Ghost Ship also!
Wonderful poem to go with this great image Karen.
yes, I liked it a lot!!!
I loved your take on the write! I like the "weaving shreds of cobwebs." Have a good week! <3
If only the sea were never ending. Great Mag. Love and Light, S
That's life!
You got about everything in there including the Ghost Ships.
Your poem kept our interest and we wanted to know more ~ Eddie
Your words have captured the sea's essence in one place for all to view...this is lovely Karen
Beautiful and vivid imagery. Loved this. :)
Bon voyage , dear Shipmate !
Deliciously haunting...
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