Notre Dame Marion

An Iambic pentameter verse and a nautical story!

Notre Dame Marion

She thought of all details the Mistral sweeps

the tears she shed that night atop the deck;

how beautiful it was to bear her dreams

but why the heavens have induced the wreck?

For ten odd months the messages received,

the scent of ports brought in, so to inform

but near Alaska, Bering Strait, bereaved

the ship had spent her masts, in waves and storm.

The Mistral spoke that night, 'the ship was split',

and then he was with her, in waxen light,

he smiled - she guessed he knew naught of it;

how was his smile angelical and bright!

He kiss'd her face (or so she thought), and hair

and then he sail'd away, in her belief,

atop the tides, on his departing fare,

on moors she laughed to conjure the grief.

On Aleutians snows today and slow,

'Notre Dame Marion' advances on the tide;

atop the deck are standing in faint glow,

two ghosts that conn the ship on ether's glide.

© G. Venetopoulos 2012-01-09, All Rights Reserved

(Iambic pentameter)

Author's Note

I am kindly asking the other members not to edit or revise (reorganize) my poem(s). Benevolent comments, though, are always welcome. Thank you.