the groaning call of shipwrecked steel
cries to moonlights baited breath
a broken light's blink out of sync
silhouettes the rocks of death
slowly in, drift the fogs of Jayne
ensnaring shallowed pools
no shadow sways nor pipers trill
as she walks the dance of fools
no footprint seen to follow
she drifts beyond the shore
that ghost of Jayne McGellan
the lighthouse keepers whore
words tell this wicked temptress
ensared a steamship master
who blinded by the storms of lust
met his rocky 'ever after'
no fool dares tread the shoreline
when lazy fogs here swirl
many souls met death a courting
that brazen McGellan girl
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Now she seems a spirited lass - super write Dusk.
Thank you ME. My eyes misted over as i wrote this.
Should we meet her?! lol.
If you can find her in all that fog. Best take Fido with you. Maybe he will save you from the rocks.
Wonderful tale d a, there are many tales of the sea about the good and the bad ghosts that are there to help or hinder people in boats.
Andy
A wicked woman written into the world of poetry wonderfully well indeed....
Best Regards,
Neville
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