The Yin and Yang of Doubtful Bay

A subtle march hush saddles the valley whilst dawn’s reveille is the seagulls call staid water’s brim against ancient galley once flew the ensign how the mighty fall. For here she lie ‘o’ top of salty graves where wretched souls ne’er see another day their silver horizon the restless waves that howls the sirens song of doubtful bay. Long gone the storm the cries of emotion of those whom hankered for a better life yet still the tempest doth rule the ocean to take at will the rights of man and wife. Gone the prisoners of her majesty damned to the colonies over the sea the bay holds no bars grants them amnesty their spirits to roam the ocean floor free. There’s no one left to wail or shed a tear to pen a shanty of that tragic hour nor weave a poem of hysterical fear build a monolith a marble tower. 21/06/2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Mark Toney