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Dark Loch

'Twas when the moon was darkly hid
in blackness long ago,
strange sounds through startled waters slid
and echoed far below.

Astir illumed by lights of shore
behold a floating wreck;
within the flotsam, at its core,
an undulating neck.

Still holding firm three sailor lads,
sad victims of the storm;
though fearful yet, were very glad,
she kept them safe from harm.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: United Kingdom (Scotland), GBR

Favorite Poets: Robert Burns, Robert Lewis Stevenson, Kipling., I like things childish.

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scribbler

7 years 11 months ago

Ah

the water horse instead of a monster. Very nice short poem with an end twist. Just what I needed

Geezer

Geezer

7 years 11 months ago

I thought for sure...

that it was Nessie! Glad that it was just a water horse! Nessie has been known to be in a snit sometimes and I'm sure that I wouldn't want to meet her in the middle of a storm! I would put the comma after the word fearful and before yet. Nice work Keith.
~ Gee.
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Keith Logan

Keith Logan

7 years 11 months ago

Water Horse

The water horse sometimes called kelpie is identified in several different forms one of which is indeed Nessie.

lovedly

lovedly

7 years 11 months ago

short and sweet

A stir
was t a typo
Astir
i wonder Keith
long time since horses
came to my watershed