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October 31, 2008
Full Fathom Five by *crowhesghost is a creepy, delightful poem about a ghost ship - 'shaking barnacles from her bones and rising from her frigid bed she reaches from beyond the dead...' will leave you with a chill down your spine.
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Literature Text
Full fathom five
She lies, drowned,
In a world with
No light or sound
On her side, 'mongst
The corals and the fishes,
Longing for the
Breeze she misses
Full fathom five
She stirs and groans,
Shaking barnacles
From her bones
And rising from
Her frigid bed
She reaches from
Beyond the dead
Full fathom five
She leaves the gloom,
Seeks the comfort
Of the moon.
With a whisper,
She breaks the waves;
Her skeleton crew
Wake from their graves
Full fathom five,
She sails still,
Upon a gossamer mist,
Weaving a chill
Around the hearts
Of sailing men
Who cross themselves and turn
From this phantom wind
Full fathom five
She flees the dawn
Seeking the night
To which she's drawn
But when the sun
Climbs into the sky,
Full fathom five,
She'll, dreaming, lie.
She lies, drowned,
In a world with
No light or sound
On her side, 'mongst
The corals and the fishes,
Longing for the
Breeze she misses
Full fathom five
She stirs and groans,
Shaking barnacles
From her bones
And rising from
Her frigid bed
She reaches from
Beyond the dead
Full fathom five
She leaves the gloom,
Seeks the comfort
Of the moon.
With a whisper,
She breaks the waves;
Her skeleton crew
Wake from their graves
Full fathom five,
She sails still,
Upon a gossamer mist,
Weaving a chill
Around the hearts
Of sailing men
Who cross themselves and turn
From this phantom wind
Full fathom five
She flees the dawn
Seeking the night
To which she's drawn
But when the sun
Climbs into the sky,
Full fathom five,
She'll, dreaming, lie.
Literature
Manuscript
I have written us down, typed us up, and sent us out.
they will edit us, and say some parts are no good.
but I want your run-ons, your lack of punctuation; and you are so easy
on my weak binding, my damaged spine.
Literature
Pain
Hangs from your spine
like an incomplete, conjoined sibling
with no mind of its own
but enough of yours to make you fear it.
Comes when you are sleeping
to perch on your face and dip its beak
redly into your dreams.
Shucks its claws
on the upholstery of your flesh.
Is a fog-eyed poet, reading aloud to you
endless reams of his own passionate,
excruciating verse.
Squats in the waste it has made of you,
a basilisk-child
you dare not look in the eye.
Remembers the body when it moved
with the ease of light across a lakes delicate skin.
Watches your babies grow
skins so thick they cant feel you.
Is an illusion
overcome
Literature
Scrutiny
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect
I am lost in my own depth, I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic prin
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She's the HMS Nereid.
Launched 1806.
Drydocked for extensive repairs from battle damage 1812.
Attacked and commandeered by pirates 1816.
Scuttled by her crew to avoid capture 1817.
She sank in sixteen minutes; all hands went down with her.
Welcome aboard.
I've always had a soft spot for stories about ghost ships, so I figured I'd make me up one to keep me entertained for Halloween.
Launched 1806.
Drydocked for extensive repairs from battle damage 1812.
Attacked and commandeered by pirates 1816.
Scuttled by her crew to avoid capture 1817.
She sank in sixteen minutes; all hands went down with her.
Welcome aboard.
I've always had a soft spot for stories about ghost ships, so I figured I'd make me up one to keep me entertained for Halloween.
© 2007 - 2024 crowhesghost
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Well, as proof that I've been away waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too long... Man, thank you, everybody, for liking this one so much! I'm touched, man, my words have run away. Thank you!