The Haunted

[BienvenuJDC]

The masted vessel with beauty so
As she sets forth on her voyage fro
...and to, as she goes on the sea
She flaunts her curves and beauty

The precious planks that sing a song
As they rise and fall all the day long
With every wave the crest and falls
plays harmony when the whistle calls

She is well loved by capt and crew
An adoration that no landlubber knew
From days gone far the months and years
And even through their toils and tears

Her name is displayed upon her stern
One that a sailor would faithfully yearn
The letters in oak so masterfully fonted
On the ghost ship there called The Haunted

[Maryd.]

Well now sir, you really have captured the yearn... Well done... I tip my hat to you.

[Delta40]

very well written poem and enjoyed the eerieness at the end

[Abras]

I could feel myself rocking back and forth. Thanks

[BienvenuJDC]

The feel of the bow cutting the crests
Like the soft surface of the breasts
The spray of moisture in the air
And the gentle brushing of lips so fair

A taste of the ocean and smell of oak
As the salt water on the deck does soak
Then fabric of the wet white sails adorn
The curvature billows her lovely form

[GEETASHREE]

There is no other word but exquisite for this vessel of words flowing in its own rhythm and beat! Wonderful!

[BienvenuJDC]

Thank you all for your kind words...

[Maryd.]

Wow... Some great feelings here. Keep it up.

[BienvenuJDC]

Precious cargo within her hold below
A chest of golden treasure there in stow
Such value to hold, to protect so dear
Such things are bound so tight for fear

For fear that pirates would come to loot
To act upon her as such an evil brute
Who will defend such a 'petit' vessel
Risking life to save, with seas to wrestle

[Maryd.]

Brilliant...

[dafydd manton]

What a fantstic poem! I'm glad I got to the party late, to get the new stanzas. You can almost hear the wind whistling through the rigging - and the pride that mariners had in their ship. Fabulous. More! More!!

[Jerrybaldy]

Great poetry, I think ' The Haunted' will be more than pleased.

[NikolaiI]

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[Haunted]

I beg to differ, for a ghost ship it's not creepy enough. I can't help but notice the incongruity of a happy crew on a ghost ship. Aren't the crew supposed to be dead anyway?? But I much admire the ornate language, it's a nice neat form poem.

[BienvenuJDC]

Ah...just because you're dead, it doesn't mean that you KNOW that you're dead!! An eternity at sea for a sailor is bliss...but what of the sailors? This poem does not elaborate.