The Oyster Interval
In the palace of my mind, a lonely spirit walks.
And there, amid the turmoils of the night
To his damned soul he talks
He tells a legend of the sea, its buffets, gails and waves:
And like a gloomy picture, sketched in chalks
Of sailors' watery graves
Washed one upon another in the swell, it mutely recites
Deprived of the repose it sorely craves
Doomed to eternal night
His febrile wand'rings at the helm, his torments and despairs
His hectic angst perpetuates his plight
But, there again, who cares?
| Contributors: | Apsley, dkb, fester. |
| Poem finished: | 9th August 2001. |