It was a message in a bottle,
Written in a cursive hand,
It spoke of loss and loneliness,
In a foreign land.
It was a message in a bottle,
From a sailor now marooned,
Cast ashore for mutiny,
But he was sore impugned.
It was a message in a bottle,
From somewhere quite remote,
Begging for aid and succour,
To be picked up by passing boat.
It was a message in a bottle,
From a man lost and alone,
Begging for a kindness,
For some mercy to be shown.
It was a message in a bottle,
And I swear I shed a tear,
For the sad misfortune,
Of this so-called buccaneer!
It was a message in a bottle,
That washed up on my beach,
And I felt sad the man who wrote it,
Was well beyond my reach.
It was a message in a bottle,
And it spoke straight to my soul,
As if the man who wrote it,
Sprung from it formed completely whole.
It was a message in a bottle,
And if I could I would,
Jump into smack or schooner,
And rescue him for good.
Sounds like many a soul traveling this earth…
It has always fascinated me, the messages you get in bottles….
Love this Caro! Have always been intrigued by the whole message in a bottle concept. And even MORE befuddled by the ship in the bottle!
Me to Alessa! There is something so romantic about it!
Now you have me wondering if you really found this, or were just writing a poem about such a thing happening.
I found the picture and my imagination ran wild! Have always been intrigued by messages in bottles…
It is indeed a great picture. I wonder what the message said, and in which language it was written. You had my imagination running will too, Caro!
I love the romance of a letter in a bottle….
This poem is epic sweetheart. I love it xx
Thank you darling. I rather like it too!