The Silver Ship
Ah, see the moon in all her silvered splendour
Majestically sailing the surface of a bottomless sea.
Black the water whose depths downward do render
To my sight, twinkling creatures most curious to me.
Hovering in the bosom of a possessive mother,
Who, for eons of time...
This poem was written for my own pleasure and not for any serious criticism. The rhyming is not as it should be, and no doubt, the serious critique will have a field day in finding fault. Nonetheless, I like it. I hope that there are some of you who will share the pleasure of its content as it...