Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.
Ghost Ship
seen through the mists of time
broken masts glide into view
tattered canvas flaps in the breeze
commanded by her skeleton crew
an eerie atmosphere is felt
as silently this galleon drifts by
caught in a time warp of death
skull and cross bones flying high
darkness shrouds her all around
along with loud claps of thunder
as the storm rages with their passing
sailing to far off lands to plunder
scrawny men of skin and bones
dressed in rags and some on crutches
captain at the helm, he yell his orders
with his trusted cutlass he clutches
as sudden as this galleon appeared
a curtain of mist closes the show
was it really there or just a myth
only the swaying ocean will ever know
(c) Lissie Bull 2019
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