Must Go To the Sea
Folks called her Molly and she was crying now
She was deep in sorrow with a furrowed brow
An alabaster cross hung around her neck
Salvaged from rolling surf in that deadly wreck
Her left hand held the last rose of the season
While her love lay dead - the sea was the reason
Careless she stood on this old bridge made of rust
As sailors below went to sea as they must
She had watched as the storm had turned the clouds to scud
And the azure water had turned to brown mud
The storm had killed her man on the rocks just there
And her wedding plans had gone aground somewhere
She could hear her father," If wed you must be -
Do not wed a man who must go to the sea."
3-28-19
Contest:Specificity in Poetry
Sponsor:Sheri Fresonke Harper
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2019
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