by | Apr 21, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments


On tide awash with swirling mist

She headed for the shore

Her ghostly sails and creaking spars

Would surely be no more

No earthly being stood aloft

To warn of what would be

No grizzled sea-dog on his watch

To tell the crew to flee

Yet still I heard the cries and moans

Of shipmates on the deck

Their anguished cries as they foresaw

Their ship would be a wreck

No crew beneath the flapping sails

Yet still the ship sailed on

Then crashed into the jagged rocks

In just a moment – gone

Then twelve months later to the day

I stood on that same shore

The spectre came from out the mist

And crashed on rocks once more

Don Holmes


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