Re: Chronicles of the Ghost Shippe I contd.

Marina wrote:
The second part of the poem (the further I got from the original, the worse the rhythm and rhymes, but bear with me...).

Frank stands waiting for his ghostly crew:
The cats who left us deeply mourning them,
Silent is the shippe, glittering with dew,
While storms rage ‘round it, creating utter mayhem.

Then through the skies, the ghosts arrive
Every shivering form making its fearsome entrance;
Here they come, keening through the air as if alive,
Obeying the shining eyes and following their guidance.

Sir William Fatboy, Mutt, sun-soaking Miss DD,
Schroedinger, strict Miss Violette, and Tabs of many toes,
Berfert and Guido, Smokey and Romeo and Tiffany,
Penelope, and Pumpkin, how many no one knows.

There come Jazz and Diamond, Tientje flies into a mast,
Fritzie and Odessa, Tony, Panther not the last;
Roaring like her native cougar, Bandit rends the air
Half her size but just as fierce, Nikki, too, is there

Burn, then, yellow eyes; glimmer straight and clear--
The captain purrs, with his crew all there,
They for whom I wait, thus ever come to me;
Ghost Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.

Wow and <sniff>.

Susan M
Otis and Chester
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