Ghosts lie on the bottom of the sea,
water travelers in eternal swim.
Fear echoes in the deep.
Magnificent timbers felled
by Mother Nature’s wind
now barnacled skeletons.
A commander’s belief he could
have command over the gale
plunged his vessel into the sea.
A crew of dead sailors wanders the drink
searching for their captain
who left them in the coffin of his shipwreck..
©Susie Clevenger 2011
Written from prompt # 281 Shipwreck
Sunday Scribblings
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