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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Water Travelers in Eternal Swim

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


Mama Zen said...

Spooky! I like it!

Rek said...

Brings out a fabulous picture of the eerie.

Belva Rae Staples said...

I love this! It's just strange enough to be great!!

Christine said...

the vessel becomes the coffin, nice use of words

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