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A red moon greeted me as I arrived at Eilean Donan Castle,
late at dinner time, a heat wave wrecking zest
of our intended peaceful nightly rest.

It was late but I decided on a nocturnal swim.
O blessed water, so calm, so cool, so placid.
Suddenly I heard the crash of the waves,
an echo, a forlorn ululation of sweet melodious tune.
Alarmed I looked behind and saw a fog cover the lake.
Foamy white lamb-like waves danced around me.
The waves dragged me up on to the sandy beach.
Behind me I saw a figure surrounded by a nebula,
Swimming slowly towards the splendiferous shore.
She came out all wet still wearing an old-fashioned gown.

Both out of breath, we lay on the smooth sand.
Above a red moon shone brightly that cloaked the stars.
In the strange night we looked at each other and smiled.
Soon we were embraced in a long lingering kiss.
Ecstasy escalated rapidly, emotions running riot,
Until the red moon descended behind Donan Castle.
I turned back to her and saw her in the water
Swimming into a swirling mist and disappear.

Back at the castle I climbed up to my room.
There hanging on the wall was a painting of her doom.
Lady Murdina, Warrior of the Sea, drowned 1888. 
Seeing the painting and the date, I fainted. 


7 January 2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune

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