~*~
Clear the way,
bow your neck.
Sailors move,
to the end of the wall.
Make way,
lower to the nadir.
Captains hand over,
the ships to her.
Skeletal hands,
grace her a seat.
Despair has adored,
her delicate completion.
Possessed for an age,
and almost cursed,
she plagues the seas,
and haunts the mind.
Peer into her cove,
study the walling.
You might recognize,
a partner lost at sea.
She entraps the form,
then sucks the strength.
Leaving the framework,
and ending memories.
They slumber away,
dreaming of the Miss.
Enslaved to eternal,
peaceful nightmares.
Sparse decorations,
display her victories.
The memory of which,
she folds into shapes.
Fear her sea mates,
caution the waters.
Sail with a word,
of fond goodbye.
~*~
Author notes
12 years.
A contest entry
- Ages 13 and Under ONLY ~ Pick an Image and write what comes to mind by Amunet Wolfbane.
300 points, ended June 26, 2007, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Check the picture out. it's on the contest page. Image 2.
Comments
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Wonderful! I think this one is very well done from beginning to end. You can visualize it very well. Great job here.
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This is an excellent poem that you have written here
a good flow, and good vocabulary great job!
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You HAVE to win this contest! that poem was the most captivating I have read in along time. I can't even believe your my age.
This was incredibly beautiful.
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Wow I really love this! It flows beautifully. You haven't used one word that wasn't needed. This reads so well! Wonderful write indeed.
All the best in this contest
Gaylene
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