GHOST

A vixen shrieked at night

as if a spirit from another

world. The man awoke so

suddenly, choking with fear.

What dream coincided with

that appalling moment?

He peered at the part read

paper beside his cosy bed.

RMS Titanic  - all souls on

board sent to an icy grave

worrying headlines said. So

shedding the covers he wept.

And then he saw her ghost

floating through the gloom.

Our planned nuptials must be

postponed, her voice intoned.

◄ GLADSTONE DOCK (1950s)

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