The Rape of the Wreck Known As M257

a birds eye view from my roof while re-pointing a chimney ..

The Rape of the Wreck Known As M257

The stricken craft

M257 lay stuck

hard and fast upon

her leeward side ..

With fore mast split

from top

through to her tail

waiting on the tide ..

No colours

would she fly again

nor proudly

sail our seven seas ..

She’s waiting

on the salvage crew

to strip her clean

of cargo, ballast

and any bounty hid

they may

yet chance to find

stowed inside

a beach holed hull

and all along her

splintered oaken seams ..

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You know we have both coincidentally written our last poems about boats. How strange. Yours too ,waiting on the tide. I have to say your wreck seen from a bird’s eye view while repointing your chimney, much larger than the small yacht that I saw sunk in Brixham harbour yesterday. There is something really sorrowful about a craft that won’t put to sea and dance on the waves again. I felt really sad for the owners. A miserable situation. Having said that your use of technical boating language is far superior to mine. Splintered oaken seams is wonderfully descriptive. Another fab write from your pen Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

not necessarily uncanny but certainly something of a coincidence .. thanks for helping to launch mine .. have a super Sunday Chris .. Neville

[Chris Shaw]

A very long Sunday Neville with a six hour journey back home. Hope yours was better.

[Neville]

oh' dear .. mine was fine, thanks.

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I really enjoyed this poem, very nice !

[Neville]

.. I am delighted thanks again erin:)