Shelly's Poetry for Sunday, June 07, 2009

Sunday, June 7, 2009

A Ghostly Carrack

I hear talk the ship sails tonight but there is no crew; lost at sea the last voyage to Tripoli! What makes men want what cannot be? The ship, a ghostly carrack on a barren sea, will sail but the Captain should let her be! He calls to her from the sea, her drooping sails perk and fill as though... Sign in to see full entry.

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