The Foundering of Lady Versace

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Open Poetry #9

The Foundering of Lady Versace

X Angel
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since 1999-11-07

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0 posted 2000-09-19 01:40 PM

the great ship's foundering could be heard
across the raging bay sea, over the storm
not even the fierce winds could drown the noise
it was as if a thousand trees were breaking
as the merciless waters pummeled the bow
against the rocks of the desolate shoreline

stood on the grey sand, mesemerized by the scene
was a woman, in a long dark dress,
hair swept by the winds into a long swirl
she neither moved, nor breathed
as she watched the sea elevate the ship
and then pull it back down again
into the merciless grasping depths

the woman was powerless to do anything
but watch and wait, and pray
but the prayer she tried to cry out to God
was stolen from her lips by the wind
and in turn she sank to the rain dampened sands
to watch the mighty Lady Versace and all her passengers
sacrificed on an alter of water and stone

but soon the waves gentled, and the winds quieted
and the waters lay pieces of the Lady Versace
at the woman's feet in a hesitant offering of peace

Sunshine

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1 posted 2000-09-19 01:41 PM

I could feel the spray, Heather...thanks for sharing...

Kit McCallum

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since 2000-04-30

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2 posted 2000-09-19 01:43 PM

Wow! Incredible imagery Heather! A spectacular poem ... beautifully worded, and a wonderful flow. Great writing!

Best wishes,
/Kit

LngJhnAg
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3 posted 2000-09-19 01:46 PM

Heather - welcome back from the depths - even if only for a brief respite - this is a very beautiful poem of tragedy and need. You captured the scene and the play very well, keeping me in hope until there was no hope. Superb presentation.

X Angel
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since 1999-11-07

Posts 1521
Oregon

4 posted 2000-09-19 01:52 PM

I stole the idea of this poem from a John William Waterhouse painting of a foundering ship, and a woman powerless on the shore. It haunts me still.

Thanks you guys!
~Heather

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