(Hopefully by now, you are now enjoying Ghost Story II as much as
I am enjoying doing it. I am sticking to a one poem a day, but have some ideas
where the story is going and hope you will like the twists I have in mind.
Following straight on from yesterday’s guest poet, today also has
another guest poet Deb Harman from Queensland who I encountered recently and
has submitted a excellent piece called ‘Stirs’ which I hope you will enjoy
also.
More work of hers can be read at: https://www.facebook.com/deb031?fref=ts)
IV
Lost
without a answer
Broken
in a rheumatic change
The
woman in front of me
Fell to
the ground
Like a
puppet
Minus it
string
When the
shots hit the shop
Blowing
paper into rubble
All over
her hair
Reducing
her screams
Into a
choke
Cornered
inside a box
Begging
me
To carry
her away
Cobbled
together
Invaded
inside out
Drifting
through
Welded
nightmares.
Stirs
The night dusk stirs thy sea
Dark is the waters blackness
Lightening is wild truly havoc
Fierce in ghosts bay ,Souls
Circle currents edge ,Echoing
Cries ship lay sunken ,Erie
In the last chant , disturbed
Stance of storms rage
Waters black chilled in cold
Icy shards stirs of echo's halo
In century by 1645 in the sea bed
Souls by drowned never passed over
In the lightening by clouds rage ,Communicate
By haunting the sea sunken in the ship
Pirates wrath they raged war bombed
The ship by the Black Sea slaughter
For now the souls that never passed over
Haunt in waters of the coast bells arc
Chanting and haunting ship men
That pass the channels of Black Sea waters
As they are lost into the oblivion
Warp of waters surge swallows their ships
Black is the sea hole ,Souls hover ,
It's white swirls in the stirs darkness
Of storms of pirates war over waters
By 1645 their slaughter they won
That night by Black Sea reign
As now ship men do not cross
That channel by pirates flag
Skulled black in fears death
They turn to the light ,
By silence mornings ,Shallows
Drifting through clouds peek
Of light lay a ghost cold aura
Circles horizon by black seas island
Dancing the souls of ship men
In the angelic heritage
By holy light ,
As the dark fades surrendered
To her the ghost by Black Sea stirs .
Stirs
©by Deb Harman 9/2/15
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