Ghost Ship (Poem)

I wanted to give up the ghost

But the ghost left first.

Now I’m left in transit

In the portholes where I still fit.

Sometimes I slip from out of the mist

Into some sweet personified verse.

Others I’m drifting amongst the Helm

And the figurehead which I yearn.

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