Rebecca - a Poem For Halloween
Spume and snow on a cold green sea
wherein phantom fish and spectres creep;
she lies in fathoms forty three,
as still as death within the deep.
She slumbers there beneath the waves,
serene beneath the ocean vast;
languished in the sailors' graves,
a memory of a life long past.
Preserved by chill down far below,
her hair with seaweed is entwined;
she smiles in ebb, she smiles in flow
with ghostly rictus ill defined.
Dark shadows flicker on her face
and coral forms a clammy shroud;
sea breezes whisper of this place,
inside my head she speaks aloud.
I mourn each day, I grieve each night,
she calls my name from out the deep;
so animated, green and bright
when the witching hour disturbs her sleep...
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