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Tryst
Poems
Jan 2015
Seven Short Blasts
At seven bells came seven knells,
Something was wrong
Seven short blasts and one long,
A mermaid song
Their shrill voices sang, you belong
You belong to the sea
Come swim with us, let us bring
Let us bring you below
At seven bells came seven knells
And the ship was aglow
~
At seven bells came seven hells,
Each worse than the last
Flames spread fast like fear and dread,
At each short blast
Slippery shoes began to slide,
As the deck listed port-side
Lifeboats tumbled over the brink
And were lost into the drink
At seven bells came seven hells
And the ship began to sink
~
At eight bells, the mournful knells
Had ceased to be
The ship was gone beneath the waves,
Taken by the sea
How calm the night, how still the wind,
How silent was the sea
Beneath the waves, a watery grave
And sunken ship debris
At eight bells, the mournful knells,
They tolled for me
Written by
Tryst
Tasmania
(Tasmania)
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