Croatoan

Story of ghost from the lost colony of Croatoan.

Croatoan

She hides in the shade
underneath her cloak
trying to evade
the sky's yellow yolk.

In the twilight's fade,
evening shadows poke
overtop a glade
near a stand of oak.

She walks up a grade
with her other folk
to a palisade
where old tears provoke.

She's a ghostly maid
lost in history's smoke
where great plans were laid
in old Roanoke.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Very nicely done! Had to take a peek after I saw it in the wire!

[Aethereal]

Thanks for your review, Ana! History is a mystery.

[Matching Socks]

Indeed it is my friend...
But you are not, you are predictable when it comes to great poetry.
I never wonder if I'll like what I read.

[Phantom Heart]

This is fantastic. I think hope that people read this and appreciate it. I love that you used history here.

[Aethereal]

Thanks, Morgan! History is one of the best sources for poetic inspiration.