The Wreckers

By Melkur

Fri, 08 Feb 2013
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Dark deliverers from safety, they stand
Shining as angels of light into the deep
Anti-clockwise, taking ships away,
Fog masking the sturdy towers of the true light.

The bellowing of that strange beast of a foghorn
Obscured by grinding timbers on the bitter points,
The end of Neptune’s trident felt beneath
Flickering greed of wreckers riding the storm,
Come in a fatal gathering to show themselves at last.

Certificate PG
Poem
East Highland Gothic
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
concise and poignant, sad, — especially for the culprits,- will they regret? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
I love the drama of this poem, especially the lines:- The end of Neptune's trident felt beneath Flickering greed of wreckers riding the storm, Come in fatal gathering to show themselves at last. Definitely another enjoyable read. Jenny.