POEM TITLE spirits
POEM
Winds paint themselves
Into the eyes of the
Mermaid's self portrait.
The sea dances with
Dreams to the sinuous
Music of Blackness on
Sea. Haunting essence
Of the Lobster pot, mermaid
Whispers its stories to
The waters, its mystery
Is caught in the disparate
Places of a small town.
Clouds are like
Coins that never reach
The wishing well,
Boatmasters and mariners
Kept stories they could
Never tell. Sky is
Like a Gypsy in reverie
Who has been persuaded
To stay. Push and pull
Of the tide, inside lobster
Pot landlord pulls pint, part
Of an unofficial covenant,
Customers are granted
Sanctuary. Time between tides, opening hours,
Empty glasses blurred
Through time. Where
Do ghosts reside?, land
Or ocean. Spirits are
Poured into heaven by
The landlord Blackness
On sea, they whisper their stories into a glass full of eternity
names written on waters below.
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