The Island In the Baltic Sea
A seaman sails east,
trailing the sight of dawn,
as the seagulls dance in the wind.
He stands with a smile,
watching them flutter
with their bright, beautiful blend.
The sailor is brushed
by a comforting breeze
while looking at an island ahead.
He stares it in silence,
with its ominous clouds
hovering with a glow of red.
Drifting closer,
he sees a woman
just standing in the island's sand.
She’s a georgeous lady
wearing a long white dress,
with a red rose in her hand.
After reaching the shore,
he leaps off the boat,
then the woman starts walking away.
He hurries to catch her,
then touches her shoulder,
and kindly asks her to stay.
She snatches his wrist,
and faces him quickly,
with a knife in her other hand.
She slashes his arm.
He yanks away swiftly,
then stumbles and falls to the sand.
Rushing to his feet,
looking over his shoulder,
he sees her skeleton face.
She rushes toward him,
and the seaman runs away
like a victim of a horrifying chase.
After climbing the boat,
he looks back to the sand,
seeing no one there anymore.
The only things present
were the rose of red
and beautiful white dress she wore.
His blood disappears,
the laceration heals,
and the island fades away.
Standing in silence,
he stares where she was,
wondering if he's gone astray.
The seaman returns
to the wheel of his ship,
and steers quickly to the west.
While catching his breath,
he looks back shivering,
fearing to continue his quest.
Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Book Published by Publish America
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