Capturing the world with Photography, Painting and Drawing

5 images for the week , Smugglers, Poem by : Beth st clair

irish landscape Photography 1


the lapping water drifting to the sand,
the smugglers hurry o’er the silver wave,
a rose-moon blushing where the waters lave
and moonlight glistens on the breezy strand.
the oars are steady, gliding to the land
the stroke of midnight near a watery cave,
their whisp’ring feet run silent as a grave
to its dark reach to hide the contraband.
the waves roll mistily with honeyed breath
the sky, a vault of iron, weeps a tear,
the sweeping waters break and start to veer,
a gold tooth glints, the night as black as death,
a dreadful shout, the watch is drawing near,
how suddenly their faces pall with fear!

2 responses

  1. Love it!!!! The photograph and the words…

    September 25, 2015 at 9:21 am

    • Hello ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

      THANK YOU ! very pleased that you enjoyed ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

      September 25, 2015 at 5:46 pm

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