Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Agatha Christie audiobook drifts out across the dark room all she can think of is of the one o' clock shipping news, a swaying, seasick tune calling to far off boats & sailors adrift alone somewhere thinking of their homes a cold beer, she thinks will do she would be writing but no words come she draws the duvet cover closer round her shoulders her lover's ghost watches her silently
0
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
4 A.M
Agatha Christie audiobook drifts out across the dark room all she can think of is of the one o' clock shipping news, a swaying, seasick tune calling to far off boats & sailors adrift alone somewhere thinking of their homes a cold beer, she thinks will do she would be writing but no words come she draws the duvet cover closer round her shoulders her lover's ghost watches her silently
dreams-of-sepia
Written by
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem