Wives' tail

A dreary autumns night,

for which the moon hangs weary;

by shift and pull, an oceans grasp,

the sand gets pulled beneath me.

What can I say, I dare not ask,

the sea keep secrets clasped;

but on that dreary autumns night,

a tail gives thy vision pass.

For tales I know they seem long winded,

for on a desolate shore,

a sailor's wet dream at last--

makes the blood pressure soar!

So beyond me I tread,

for I cannot resist the water's call;

best not think above a tall tail, 

for they stand above us all.

 

Author's Note

Read a few Lord Byron poems and I had to try you know ;p

Reviews

[∂αʌ<..]

i havent read Byron's poems yet from your Point of view, seems interesting!!
Wives' tail is indeed an interesting piece of work!

[T.W. Early]

vivid good poetry.

[Lily Mae]

I love it.. perfectly descriptive and I felt as though I was seeing it with my own eyes...xxx