Poem -
The Rape of the Wreck Known As M257
The stricken craft
M257 lay stuck
hard and fast upon
her leeward side ..
With fore mast split
from top
through to her tail
waiting on the tide ..
No colours
would she fly again
nor proudly
sail our seven seas ..
Sheβs waiting
on the salvage crew
to strip her clean
of cargo, ballast
and any bounty hid
they may
yet chance to find
stowed inside
a beach holed hull
and all along her
splintered oaken seams ..
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Comments
Wow this is phenomenal!
Why thank you kindly and truly tooly Mistress DARKLYΒ
Hi Neville, I enjoyed this
Feels gritty!!Β
lorna x
thanks Lorna, it was the view from my roof the other weekend when I was up there re-pointing a chimney .. such a sorry and sad sight for a once proud sea faring vessel .. Neville x
This is like a scene from moby dick,Β I do love a good ship wreck.
it was the view from my roof the other week when I was trying to re-point a chimney .. such a sorry sight for such a once proud vessel .. many thank you's for stopping by and leaving your mark here .. NevilleΒ
Diving down to a ship wreck must be very interesting. Don't think I'd be brave enough to do it, though. It's kind of sad, being stripped of its cargo. If I was brave enough to dive to a wreck, I'd leave it be. Lovely poem described perfectly. Pinned x
Thanks Tina .. this was the view from my roof the other weekend when I climbed up to re-point my chimney .. a very sad ending for such a once proud seafaring vessel .. I believe it was tugged away earlier today .. x
A very sad ending!Β
Gosh, you must live pretty close to the sea! How lovely x
I do x