Pirate “Haiku”

pirate ship at night

fog primordial

a bell sounds, haunting

 

fingers ice cold

caress the whiskers

wrinkled beards

 

Davy Jones waits

a chest full of hearts

no longer beating

 

a hermit crab

now coming home

a night on the town

 

milk bottles scatter

the cat o’nine wails

the lead cuts deep

 

the old salt tears

rivulets of hope

wetting linen shirts

 

giving him the

black spot

centre of palms

 

proud stigmata

of their blind

astigmatism

 

now even Roger

is not that jolly

he watches from afar