Ghostly Bows

A foggy morning on the river

As if by magic ghostly bows

Appear from through the misty shrouds

And water ripples silently

As shapes now form mysteriously

From distant shores the soundless ship

Arrives from yet another trip

With packages from far off lands

As people wait with open hands

The age old river slowly flows

Towards the sea and sunset glows

As time stands still and rays of light

Just glisten .. what a glorious sight

 

Phil Sanders

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Now this one I do like. You are the boss of sunrises and sunsets and a foggy morning gives no sunrise, BUT you've got some real drama in this one...the ship is like a spirit or an actor stealing onto stage and you draw a message of purposefulness from its passage. Have you ever written on the prision ships or the dockyards at Chatham? Be great if you did more river poems. The river is a big character.

[Yemaya Theresa]

I truly Love this.

[PureSyn]

Oh what a lovely and hauntingly serene scene you have painted. Your vivid imagery lets the reader see what you are seeing. I love that. Thank you for this incredible read my friend!

Nicole

[April Child]

This has such a wonderful flowing pulse to it, the words just spill off the tongue. Very good poem.

[jen -- JG]

fantasic rhythm in this piece Phil, and once again masterful imagery.

a great poem and one I like very much.

Cheers

Jen

[Fran Marie]

An enchanting write so well penned~Fran

[Karen Raquepo]

Enchanting lines, filled with mystery.It takes me on a trip, of a glorious place.Oh, such magic!

[Lady Of Darkness]

Like a picture being painted i can see whats been unfolded.
I love the last three stanzas of this piece.
They flow very nicely together.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Ohhh this is fantastic, I like, I like! Excellent, Phil and with great imagery too!

[Leesah]

Pure poetry....loved this;)

~leesah