The Wreck Of The Elizabeth Poem by keith brown

What fickle turn of fate?
Finds you on the Foredeck,
Whilst Elizabeth seeks thalassic depth
The lakes of summer distant now
As distant as Seneca falls
Where you ever there? Haruspex
If, captain Hasty and Mr Bangs
had read you prophecy, would they have ventured?
Misogyny deciding destiny?
Your virgin wave harangue?
A trinity of revolutionary souls
Voice silenced, the foundation of equality
condemned now too antiquity.
Still yet a million suffragette lay hands upon the helm