The Ghost Ship Poem by Aminath Neena

And one stormy night

While wandering far off site



A raven took refuge

On the deck of a ghost ship

Laying its dark breast

On the ships wobbly crest

It spoke into the mouth

of the hostess



‘’Ahoy sailors friend

I have come to take shelter

in thy pretty vest

Soft as a fair maiden’s chest

With clairvoyant promises

of a fair earned rest

In times of great despair

On a perilous quest’”



Upon hearing this twist

The silver sail screeched

As its hub gleamed

A ludicrous half smile

When it answered



‘’Oh gentle knight

Of shadows bright

On this tempest night

What comfort might I cast?

That would make last

On my scrimpy hide

A blight to mankind



For I am but half dead

From a broken hull

To tarnished dreams

What lavish beams



Had I dreamt in early years

Of distant lands

Of castles and queens

Of nuggets

And diamond hearts

To set sail as a virgin bride



Alas! Had I known better

About stormy weather

Or had I been forewarned

Of villainous thunder bolts

And assaulting cannon balls

By them pirates blunder

I would have avoided



Rampaging my physique

By not exposing my cleavage

Just a quarter of a millimeter

To have escaped, a child

Than becoming a fine prize

For a drooling monster



All in vain

For its no time now

For lamentations

Or felicitations

For my time here is almost spent

Upon a buccaneers vent

Lying here is just my reflection

Mocking at a meagre skeleton



Tell me my prince

What comfort may I cast thee

At such a poignant plight? ”



Upon saying these words



A teardropp rolled out

of unfathomable eyes

Landing right into the eyes

of the black bird

Blinding his vision



It pierced a raven’s

Freezing his heart



The ship jostled once

Under the surging spray

It masts blasted away

In the roaring storm

Till nothing remained at morn



But a swaying mass of foam



Circling a dark floating corpse

Upon which lay,



A single white rose