poMotion poetry

Black Plague

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A gushing wound, a growing boil
Eleven exit this mortal coil
A plague infects all those who toil
It drowns the fish and poisons soil
The pirates sail off with their spoil
And the ocean starts to broil

By Meredith Reese


Written by lickmypoetry

July 1, 2010 at 9:23 pm

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  1. That last line made my spine go as cold as if the truth were made of ice, hard and unyielding like pirates’conscience.


    July 1, 2010 at 9:40 pm

  2. I agree completely. Depressingly short and sweet, matey. Thanks for this one, Meredith.

    Sue Zalokar

    July 1, 2010 at 9:51 pm

  3. vivid images…
    lovely poem!


    July 2, 2010 at 2:22 am

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