Wayzata, Minnesota

Sunday, August 17, 2014

The Mag - 233 - 17 August 2014

In ocean lore they say-
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.


Berowne said...

"Sailed off to see." Neat...

Leovi said...

Nice poem, in life there are situations of all kinds !!

Filip and Kristel said...

Beautifull with the clouds.


Karen S. said...

Berowne, Thanks for seeing my play with see and sea! Sea which is the last word! Wasn't sure if anyone would catch it!

Cloudia said...

you well describe the open fields of the oceans surface

ALOHA from Honolulu
=^..^= . <3 . >< } } (°>

Gerry @Strummed Words said...

I saw a Ghost Ship also!

DeniseinVA said...

Wonderful poem to go with this great image Karen.

annell said...

yes, I liked it a lot!!!

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I loved your take on the write! I like the "weaving shreds of cobwebs." Have a good week! <3

senderupwords said...

If only the sea were never ending. Great Mag. Love and Light, S

keiths ramblings said...

That's life!

Eddie Bluelights said...

You got about everything in there including the Ghost Ships.
Your poem kept our interest and we wanted to know more ~ Eddie

Carrie Van Horn said...

Your words have captured the sea's essence in one place for all to view...this is lovely Karen

Enigma said...

Beautiful and vivid imagery. Loved this. :)

Kutamun said...

Bon voyage , dear Shipmate !

Tess Kincaid said...

Deliciously haunting...