Wrote some poems in my teens but this is one from my twenties....altogether I've been a poet for more than 45 years.....so you can see, this is a pretty ancient one for me. Still, it's possible it still has the power to inspire someone's brush.
Haunted Ships by Dawn Sinclair
Haunted Ships
Silence presses in around me,
shrouds me in its ghastly hue.
Icy needles pierce the coldness,
terror shields the door from view.
Panic-struck, I scream in silence
"Help!" lies frozen on my lips,
then I watch them pass before me,
shadowed wraiths of haunted ships
No single ray of light to comfort,
icy fingers rake my face.
My do