Barnacles

Sunken ships
And long bleached skulls,
Icy lips
Of ghostly trulls.

Rip tide rips
Hard at old hulls,
Timber drips
With barnacles.

Phantoms sway
Upon this shore
Night and day
Forever more.

Artic terns
Glide on the breeze,
One heart burns
Beyond the seas.

Midnight moans
Come from these skulls,
All my bones
Are barnacles.





Poetry by Achernar
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Written on 2010-01-01 at 20:02

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Dee Daffodil
This is fantastic ! I can actually see those poor lost souls on this sunken ship. Geat work!
Hugs,
Dee
2010-01-16


heterodynemind
I love all the colorful expressions and imagery. I love this theme and the rhyming also. The short verses make it a quick read and the pictures it invokes hold ones mind in fascination.
2010-01-09


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2010-01-06