The Rape of the Wreck Known As M257

Neville

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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  • orchidee

    Good write N.

    • Neville


      Thank you S.

      • orchidee

        Was it related to the M4?! Do shut up Orchi. lol.

      • Bella Shepard

        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!

        • Neville


          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

        • Accidental Poet

          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. πŸ˜‰

          • Neville



            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

            • Accidental Poet

              As well as can be hoped for N. And yes, great minds do often think alike. πŸ˜‰

            • Bobby O

              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

              • Neville



                Aye aye Cap'n .. he say's waving like a loon across the stage .. 🎡🎢🎡🎢

              • MendedFences27

                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.

                • Neville



                  thanks for keeping this one afloat a while longer Phil .. N

                • L. B. Mek

                  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

                  • Neville



                    and You just made mine brother M .. N

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Wonderful descriptive words Neville.

                    Andy

                    • Neville



                      Cheers GF60 .. Neville



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