Tales Told

Written for:  Sunday Muse #167
Half a shipwreck,
no deck, no sailors,
just a rusty chain
hanging down among
the stones where
it washed ashore.
Clouds impose their
steely swirls onto
this hulk.  In Summer,
we climbed up the sides,
gathered inside, and told
ghost stories of captains,
sailors, pirates,
and fool's gold.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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17 Responses to Tales Told

  1. qbit says:

    “tell / ghost stories of captains, / sailors, pirates, / and fool’s gold.” – for sure!


  2. Jim says:

    Perhaps the Coast Guard has rescued all onboard and no salvage
    company wants to haul the old wooden boat away to salvage?


  3. robtkistner says:

    Wow, that is a really charming write Sara! Filled with children’s wonder and laughter!


  4. M says:

    I ad-libbed the word “we” in place of “kids” – and fell into the poem itself ~


  5. Carrie V. H. says:

    I can hear the magnificent stories being told. A wonderful poem for the image Sara!!


  6. msjadeli says:

    Sara, I like the idea of the boat being repurposed in such a way. Oh the tales it could tell.


  7. Helen Dehner says:

    Half a shipwreck …. makes for wild and woolly ghost stories! Love this Sara.


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