What do you think of my poem, "Shipwreck" Part 2?

Five fathoms down, in softly waving streams,

the sea becomes a lucid green twilight

which filters out the morning's brightest beams

and dapple lights the weeds and halophytes.

Ten fathoms more it cruel and hostile seems,

now freezing cold and black as anthracite.

With silken thud and coils of falling wire

on seabed soft the sphere is brought to rest

just yards behind the ghostly ship from Tyre

by emperor and vestal virgins blessed.



A switch is pushed to energise the sphere

and light flows out across the shipwreck site

as snaking eels and creeping things appear

and manta rays in slow and graceful flight.

They move away and bring to view so clear

some bars of gold and jewels shining bright.

But far above in dawn's pellucid hue

the cormorant now swings away with grace;

a pagan curse forever holding true,

that modern ship is lost without a trace.

What do you think of my poem, "Shipwreck" Part 2?
This poem is resplendent with color. The images of sea creatures swimming around the wreck and of the lost treasure are inspired. I hope you'll continue to stimulate our minds and our hearts with your work.
Reply:Enjoyable, you use words well, poet!



'A pagan curse forever holding true...'



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