The Woman in the Mist

Opposite proverb of men who were lost at sea.

The Woman in the Mist

As a fellow schipper, one mate to anore,

I felt a trefoil luck as she stood off the shore,

At first a gastly ,ierre sight,

Through the morning-coat tore,

But no wrath I found...........only rapport.

I not be a soothsayer, for things untold,

Nor would I lie about the woman in the cold,

Standing feet from the threshold,

Soul..........pure as white gold.

Erstwile I remember, memories stowed,

My dearest wife, in our faithful abode,

Lost at sea, near a reef untold,

Left me a gift that night in the cold.

You see, as I strolled through the mist,

My hurt fourfold,

The woman in the mist,

Gave peace from olde.

For she is my wifmann,

The one I truly miss,

A flower..........frozen cold,

A woman in the mist.

J. L. Lewis

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. I had to read again.
"You see, as I strolled through the mist,
My hurt fourfold,
The woman in the mist,
Gave peace from olde."
The poem create place and place of mystery. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote