Inspired by Frank Wilbert Stokes' painting, The Phantom Ship
gobbled ten years ago
by greedy gales and warped waves
the SS Wilbert lay somewhere
off the Grand Banks
forgotten by all save
one sailor’s widow, who yet wandered
the sands, daft they said, to wait
for the ship’s belated return
no resurrection would occur
its oaken beams, cargo, and sad ******
on the ocean’s black floor, fodder
for creatures without eyes, ears
yet she swore she saw
its billowed masts, its hardy hull
riding ready waves on a blue horizon,
dark, but safe from tempest
* a two minute poem has no requirements other than it be written in two minutes--after the two minutes, editing is permitted; e.g., changing tense, omitting or changing words, etc. (adding words is not permitted)