Ode To A Sunken Ship Poem by Andrew Shiston

Seagulls soaring over white water
Wings stiff in the black sky
Storm clouds race the raging wind
As breaking seas crash by
White water surging from astern
Thrusting bows, dipping down
Drowning the bare-breasted figurehead
Shroud covered sails dripping
Touching the dark green sea
Barnacled weed covered hull
Broaching as the masts break free
Flotsam washed up on the cold grey sands
No last post played
No homecoming, no welcoming band.