| The Ghost of
Rhosilli Bay In
vigilant silence through damp misty spray, While
cloud ragged moonlight shines mournful despair On the
cold muddy beaches of The
spectre stands watching with hands clasped in prayer. When
a storm battered ketch from the Ran
aground on the sandbanks of shingle and clay, The
crew lined the deck, to the shore they all In
vigilant silence through damp misty spray. For
a lifeboat’s arrival, they watch as they pray; In its
bow, man with lantern sheds sepia glare, Guiding
oars through surf’s tumbling waves cold and grey, While
cloud ragged moonlight shines mournful despair. Reaching
hand out to help them, in horror they stare, Wall
of water engulfs him, ebb tide sweeps away. In
the darkness, they all have shed many a tear, On the
cold muddy beaches of Time
creeps so slowly from that dismal March day, When
the bride made her vows in bliss unaware. For
her true love, the hero cruel waves took for play, The
spectre stands watching with hands clasped in prayer. To
the oceans of sorrow, her grief she will share, When
westerly winds bear the souls of the fey Like
the cry of the gull or the siren’s despair, And
moon rides white horses to break of the day; In
vigilant silence A poem by Mysteral. © July 2009 Return to Poetry Index.
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