Saturday, 9 March 2013

Sea Mist

A descriptive poem for Saturday, about the sea mist I saw when I was down at "The Smugglers" at lunchtime today...

Sea Mist
In and out the bays it creeps along
The sea mist, rising  along the coast
Like sailor's tales of the siren's song
This fog, creeping like a seaside ghost
The lighthouse sounds the warning call
Unwary mariners face deadly plight
The hidden dangers that might befall
Beware of rocks concealed from sight

Once the wreckers laid beacons inland
Ships foundered on the rocks, and fell
Plunder and driftwood washed up on sand
And wrongly blamed on witch's spell
The sea mist rises along the coastal ways
Until burnt away by the sun's strong rays

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