The Spoonbill Generator

The Oyster Interval

In the palace of my mind, a lonely spirit walks. [Apsley]

And there, amid the turmoils of the night [dkb]

To his damned soul he talks [fester]

He tells a legend of the sea, its buffets, gails and waves: [Apsley]

And like a gloomy picture, sketched in chalks [dkb]

Of sailors' watery graves [fester]

Washed one upon another in the swell, it mutely recites [Apsley]

Deprived of the repose it sorely craves [dkb]

Doomed to eternal night [fester]

His febrile wand'rings at the helm, his torments and despairs [Apsley]

His hectic angst perpetuates his plight [dkb]

But, there again, who cares? [fester]

Contributors: Apsley, dkb, fester.
Poem finished: 9th August 2001.