I Write In 2016

What Soul Is This?

Naked, tied
Unjustified.
Barely breathing
Left for dead.

Into the grey of morning's dawn.
Heavy clouds do fill the sky.
A man alone, bound and left
Is he alive?
Or has his soul gone.

He's chained, but to what I ask?
The ghost of a ship
slipped past the morning's mist
Or dashed against the rocks to shatter
Leaving a cargo of emptiness
And one lone soul.

I approach and see
perfect features marred by demands
And harsh labour.
Unbind him, I say,
And carry his lifeless limbs
Back up to the cottage...
We'll see if food and drink will revive
The soul that was left inside.

23 lines.


Prompt 7 ▼

Two images are given. I must chose one and write a poem from its inspiration.

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