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Amera Andersen

(12/03/81 / New Jersey)

Ghost Ship


The feeling was light in the musty air
A darkened fright as I looked at my hand
Sentenced to linger on this floating lair
Choking my finger; the gold wedding band

My father forced me by the holy book
To go to sea when ‘ere this man would call
A mariners’ wife and the ghost ship cook
My sentenced life, with no freedom at all

The crew played dice, cast lots sure enough
No wedding rice, I’m a prearranged wife
I’m a specters’ whore and ships powder puff
So that is my chore on this ghost ship life

When the crew gad died, we were cast to sea
I was torn inside, not enough of me

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Internal rhyme: aabb – External rhyme: abab

Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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