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



now even Roger

is not that jolly

he watches from afar