the ocean was wrinkled
when the gull flourished
and late afternoon
was the salty tongue
of the wind
she rose with the gale
and the night bowed
as she spread her sail
a ghostly sun died
in a pale moon's calling
and she was
the sea-torn summoner
on a violet midnight
above arrogant
hollow songs
of the sea



Wow, this piece is just stunning to say the least! 






Lane already used my favorite stanza.
But this one is immaculate, as well. Beautifully penned, my Friend. I love poems about the sea...& this one casts a ghostly shadow across the shoreline as it trembles. Gorgeous, Scribe. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
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