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 ..
She’s 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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Neville (
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Good write N.
Thank you S.
Was it related to the M4?! Do shut up Orchi. lol.
As with any carcass, the bones are be picked clean, and the
remains, a sad memory of what once was. A woeful tale, beautifully told dear friend!
it was the view from my roof last weekend when I was re-pointing a chimney .. a very sad and sorry sight indeed for what was once a very proud vessel .. Many thanks for calling in Bella .. Neville
But like an old truck rusting away in a field, it will take on artistic look and may someday even be the subject of oil paintings. Finely penned write N. 😉
absolutely .. great minds think alike don't they .. I thought that too .. but she has since been tugged away .. good to see you AP .. hope you are well .. Neville
As well as can be hoped for N. And yes, great minds do often think alike. 😉
Splintered Oaken Seams
The whole body of the piece was sublime and it fed quality that surged and culminated with that wonderfully descriptive phrase that painted in 3D
Aye aye Cap'n .. he say's waving like a loon across the stage .. 🎵🎶🎵🎶
A beautiful description of what you saw. Old things seem to have less value these days. it's tough to lose another wooden ship, for they'll not be building any more. I guess she was "waiting on the tide" for quite some time. A sad but beautiful poem. Much enjoyed. - Phil A.
thanks for keeping this one afloat a while longer Phil .. N
I have seen a few abandoned wrecks
trains and ships, in my time
always a tinge of dramatic sorrow
in the scene
and the lost past it conveyed to me..
yet, still
it's the abandon human faces
at the bus stops, supermarkets
and shuffling along bravely
on those busy highstreets
that give me nightmares
and remind me
of what awaits, most of us
at that cruel twist of fate
in our days of laboured breath
dim minds
and yet, still inside
is that caged child
wishing.. hoping.. regretting
waiting...
(simply BRILIANT Hyung
you already know how much
I love your subtle writes!!)
thank you, this has made my morning
and You just made mine brother M .. N
Wonderful descriptive words Neville.
Andy
Cheers GF60 .. Neville
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