The Devil's Yacht

The Devil's Yacht

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The yacht swept up in the dunes had been

Abandoned the year before,

I came across it, quite by chance

Some miles away on the shore.

The bow was buried, the mast had gone

I climbed and I peered inside,

And there in the cabin, it seemed to me

That somebody must have died.

 

There were stains of blood on the cabin floor,

Stains of blood on the sink,

Handprint stains on a cupboard door,

I took me outside to think.

Without a body the boat felt right,

I needed somewhere to stay,

And this was cosy and out of sight,

As free as the livelong day.

 

I used seawater to clean it up,

I got the cupboard to shine,

Whoever had bled in there before

This cabin would do just fine.

I found some blankets under the bunk

To set up a makeshift bed,

I felt like a proud new owner there

And the feeling went to my head.

 

I caught some fish in the darkening light

And cooked it there on the beach,

The flames had flickered and showed the mark

As high as the tide could reach.

A breeze blew up and I crept inside

Protected from wind and rain,

And sat, and pondered a lazy pipe

In there, where a corpse had lain.

 

It must have been after the Moon went down

I first heard the woman’s cries,

Up from the shore, through the cabin door,

‘You’re always telling me lies!’

The wind was howling about the dunes

And the waves beat loud on the shore,

And over it all, the woman’s wail,

‘We’ve been through all this before.’

 

Then something clambered up on the deck

A thing with an ominous tread,

The hairs stood up on the back of my neck

As the woman wailed, ‘You’re dead!’

The thing jumped down to the cabin floor

In a shapeless gown of black,

All I could see were two red eyes

As it moved on in to attack.

 

The blade of a knife flashed by my face,

It gleamed in the light of the stars,

I tried to cry, ‘Whoever you think

I am, I’m not, I’m Lars!’

But the blade sank home in my shoulder then

And I reached for it in pain,

I cut my hand on its sharpened blade

As it tried to strike me again.

 

That shapeless thing had let out a shriek,

Had glared with its two red eyes,

‘Why do you hide on the Devil’s yacht

If you’re not a part of his lies?’

I tried to answer but nothing came

The pain swept me like a wave,

And blood was seeping from cuts and wounds

I was trying in vain to stave.

 

The figure turned and it left the yacht,

I staggered up to the deck,

And watched as it entered the breaking waves,

A sight I try to forget.

There were stains of blood on the cabin floor,

Stains of blood on the sink,

Handprint stains on a cupboard door,

They were always mine, I think.

 

For the woman that I’d been hiding from

Had sworn with her final breath,

‘I’ll seek you out, wherever you’ve gone,

It won’t be a peaceful death.

I shall loose the demons from the hell

That you gave me, ready or not.’

How could I know that they’d find me where

I’d hid, on the Devil’s Yacht?

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2015 David Lewis Paget


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Fantastic David, you just bring out those big guns everytime and blast us away with sheer imagination and a story worthy of the best writers who ever walked, I love this tale and its surprise is always stunning but if i ever see that yacht i'm running lol, thanks David :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

Horrific Horror!!! Mr David. Well written and you have good descriptions on your imaginative vision.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ooooooo! Chilling! You’ve woven quite a surprising and ghoulish tale!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

simply amazing storytelling David...I enjoyed it immensely.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
B
I am scared
The devil is very personified here
This feels like a nightmare to my imagination

Very intense .....

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh wow, I love this poem. It's perfectly written with and I could picture the ambience very well! Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very interesting, another great read.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fantastic David, you just bring out those big guns everytime and blast us away with sheer imagination and a story worthy of the best writers who ever walked, I love this tale and its surprise is always stunning but if i ever see that yacht i'm running lol, thanks David :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely riveting of a read, David. I thought this was The Ethel Wreck for a moment but a fine ghoulish tale indeed!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
alf
Hi David. I so very much loved this tale of revenge!!! you give the impression this is so easy to do!!! I know it's not, and again, top marks for the effort of maintaining rhyme and meter throughout, without any sacrifice to the story!!! Kudos, my friend!!! alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'll bet Lars was caught up in some terrible loop, like "The Flying Dutchman", doomed to reapeat this tragedy over and over again...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

1567 Views
14 Reviews
Rating
Added on May 17, 2015
Last Updated on May 17, 2015
Tags: dunes, cabin, blood, blade

Author

David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



About
more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..