by ship in the fog
Spooky sights lingering after last week’s witching
Thick morning fog parting, revealing
Haunting glimpses of a ship, shifting shape
Like Coleridge’s death ship in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
Then sun burning away the last wispings of fog
My world shifting back to normal.
November 5, 2007 in Being an Artist, Photoworks, Urban by Marja-Leena
A fine catch!
Lovely photo!
spooky ship flying
through November fog – lost souls
as cargo on board
MB and Joan – thanks for the photo appreciation.
Olivia, I really like this haiku, thank you.
ooooooh, it IS spooky! Here on the St. Lawrence it’s the first time I’ve ever lived near big ships; I like watching them and hearing their horns. Your photo is very evocative!
Thanks, Beth! I’ve always loved the water and boats on inland lakes and rivers. It wasn’t until after the age of 25 that I’ve lived by the sea, with fog, ships and all kinds of boats to watch, and occasionally ride a ferry. These kind of ‘visions’ are exciting, aren’t they?