Viv Wigley Poet Free verse

The Skeleton Coast

Morning fog was parting  for the day's performance,
and an audience of just me sat cross legged,
waiting for ghosts.
They appeared slowly, one by one.
Old whalers, freighters and, fifty yards out, 
slate grey bones scarred with burnt sienna,
a young trawler.
A Cormorant dried its wings on the wheelhouse,
primary feathers spread, glistening ebony,
tattered like a tramp's raincoat.
The surf  whispered warnings.

February 4th 2016

For contest 'The Sea shore' sponsor- Craig Cornish

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Poet Destroyer A February 13, 2016 at 5:40 PM I'm glad you love the hat VIV, I too love your hat ;) Happy Valentines to you..... XOX ~Love LINDA~

Roy Jerden February 12, 2016 at 9:53 PM Great title! Really caught the attention. Loved the pictures you painted in my mind, and the related wonderings, too. Congratulations! Viv Wigley February 13, 2016 at 2:09 AM Thanks, Roy, glad you liked it. Regards, Viv

Andrew Crisci February 12, 2016 at 9:41 AM Greetings,Viv. I love the vivid imagery of your verses. I can imagine you sitting by the seashore on an early foggy morning, and watch the shipyard of old whalers while waiting for ghosts to appear. Thank you for your comment, it was very appreciated. England has always fascinated me with its history, castles and landscapes. I wish you success in your writing endeavors. Have a terrific weekend. Peace & Love, Andrew. Viv Wigley February 13, 2016 at 2:11 AM Thanks for the kind comments, Andrew. Many have come to grief along the coast, the fog is the enemy, and the surf is so strong even rescue boats have come to grief in the past. Spooky place. Regards, Viv

Poet Destroyer A February 11, 2016 at 10:09 PM Viv, Congrats on your "Sea Shore win." LINDA Viv Wigley February 13, 2016 at 2:11 AM Thanks, Linda, I'm loving the hat. Viv x

Laura Leiser February 11, 2016 at 6:00 PM Congrats on your awesome win, Viv! Absolutely brilliant :) Viv Wigley February 13, 2016 at 2:11 AM Thanks Laura, have a lovely Valentine's day. Viv x

Dr. Upma A. Sharma February 11, 2016 at 4:15 AM Congrats on ur awesome winning write Viv.. exquisite work..

Connie Marcum Wong February 11, 2016 at 2:08 AM I still say yours is better Viv. I love the vivid imagery in your entry. Congratulations on your win. Cheers, Connie

Susan Gentry February 10, 2016 at 8:55 PM Congratulations on your win! Viv Wigley February 10, 2016 at 11:02 PM Thanks, Susan, very kind of you. Viv x

Frederic Parker February 10, 2016 at 6:14 PM Congratulation on your win,I could smell the sea with this poem and as one who spent time in the navy I know what the sea smells like. Viv Wigley February 10, 2016 at 11:05 PM From a seasoned old salt as yourself, I take that as a huge complement. Thanks, Frederic. Regards, Viv

Beautiful Scars February 10, 2016 at 4:50 PM viv, congrats on your placement in the contest!! *smiles* -luloo Viv Wigley February 10, 2016 at 11:05 PM Thanking you, Laura Loo , Viv x

Sandra Haight February 10, 2016 at 4:42 PM Amazing imagery, Viv. Congratulations on your fine win. Sandra Viv Wigley February 10, 2016 at 11:06 PM Thanks Sandra, on mornings such as this now here in England I wish I was sitting there right now. Viv x

Paul Callus February 10, 2016 at 3:51 PM This is really good, Viv; great imagery and an eerie enveloping atmosphere. Congrats on a very deserved win! ~ Regards // paul Viv Wigley February 10, 2016 at 11:06 PM Thanks Paul, for dropping by, will be visiting your latest soon, I get to play catch-up at the weekend. Wherre is the time going? Regards, Viv

Peter Lewis Holmes February 8, 2016 at 5:02 PM Nice write Viv and a belated happy new year! P.S....how do you send someone an email on this site...I know how to reply but not how to generate one...cheers Peter. Viv Wigley February 8, 2016 at 10:34 PM Thanks for dropping by, Peter. For sending Soupmail, click on the poet's name below their picture and on their profile page you'll see a little envelope with a soup bowl on it. Click on that. Regards, Viv

Robert Lindley February 8, 2016 at 7:58 AM Exceptional free verse my friend. Fog , that veil that hides so much , yields to the bright sun. Namibia must be a ghostly place with so many shipwrecks. A7

Connie Marcum Wong February 7, 2016 at 4:47 AM This is so good Viv. I think you may have just buried my entry with this one. Talent seeps out of your pores my friend. #7 Viv Wigley February 7, 2016 at 11:27 AM Nah. See my comment on yours, Connie x

James Inman February 5, 2016 at 10:59 PM This is great, Viv. Wonderful imagery. Viv Wigley February 7, 2016 at 1:14 AM snapshot, even. Darn keyboard. Viv Wigley February 7, 2016 at 1:13 AM Thanks, James, a tiny snaphot of an eerie place. regards, Viv

Kp Nunez February 4, 2016 at 11:17 AM Spectacular imagery, Viv. You took me there... All the best! :-) Viv Wigley February 4, 2016 at 11:04 PM I sat on the beach on the skeleton coast in Namibia one morning, looking out over one of the wrecks that scatter the area. A beautiful, peaceful but spooky place. To be honest, Kim, ifmy Lotto numbers came up tomorrow, I'd up sticks and live there. Viv x

Duke Beaufort February 4, 2016 at 6:57 AM Fog is such a metaphor. I get the idea from many of your works that you like to watch these scenes or at least imagine them. You have the heart of a "tree hugger"!!! Viv Wigley February 4, 2016 at 11:14 PM Thanks, Duke, I'm not quite a tree hugger, or though I've been told sometimes I'm barking. I spent some time in Namibia that included a few days at Swakopmund, on the Atlantic coast. A dawn ride to Walvis bay gave us chance to stop and see the ghosts,