Ghost ships, spectrally sinister slide past
Their radar eyes silently scan.
The thump, thump of screws carries
Across invisible water.
Helmsmen are green bathed in fluorescent glow.
Lights are coloured haloes.
A foghorn moans its mournful call.
A bell-buoy in the tidal race
Clangs out its warning.
Moisture hangs,cool, clings.
The world is wet, wet.
For a while our lives
Were like ships on parallel courses,
Until you drew away
On a divergent bearing.
Shapes loom, pass soundlessly.
I reach for your reassuring hand,
Momentarily forgetting
You are gone
As fog envelopes my heart.
A contest entry
- Fog by ea.
390 points, ended February 27, 2007, 10 entries
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Comments
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very sad and creative. A good take on the photo and well executed, leaving me melancholy. Thank you for your entry.
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It has a ghostly feel from your apt descriptions of fog.And pulls at the heart stings in it's metaphoric way of spilling out emotions of life's tear laden watery surface of love lost.Even danger evolked in the ringing of warning from the bell bouy.Wonderful piece.~Suseann
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