The Haunted Sea

Year poem was written: 2013

       Crushing waves and broken ships bury old bones.

                    But the sailor's spirits aren't bound. 

       Ghosts of seadrifters still dwell in the tides.

                    Moving through luminous water.

      

       Souls claimed by the powerful ocean.

                    Victims of it's wrath.

       Unable to venture on the dry land.

                    Silent for all of eternity.

 

       A mystical hell for the dead who sank into,

                    the haunted sea.

       

 

 

Reviews

[Mek & the Infinite Madn..]

this piece reminded me of man's arrogance and the need for humility. great piece.

[Mark]

Very well written! Hauntingly visual without being overly descriptive. You capture the essence of black water and the sound of pounding surf thats claimed the unfortunate sailor. You have found the key to Davy Jones locker!

[Michael G.]

I am one who once cast my life upon her. She is all things you say she is... and more. And when my time of parting comes... my wish is my ashes to be cast upon her once more. Once you taste her salt in your soul, she will claim you forever.

[Darylrevoklives]

apostrophes be damned I like the imagery. The last line especially. it evokes moldy bones draped in salty rags.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

No apostrophes in sailors or spirits...but a very nice piece.

[Marie]

Very good. A haunted sea with ghosts which cannot achieve dry land.

Your two apostrophes are misplaced.