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Heart’s Pirate

by Bruce W Niedt


There’s the story they tell on the Outer Banks
about Blackbeard, and the other privateers –
how they would hang lanterns on mules
and run them up and down the sandy beach.

This confused incoming ships
especially in the fog of night –
they thought they sighted a lighthouse
and sailed into the sound,

scraping the shoals, running aground,
helpless to the plunderers
who awaited ashore
and waded across to breach the gunwales.

That’s how it feels
to talk to you.

[Editor's Choice Award, The Fairfield Review, Winter 2003.]

03/14/2002

Posted on 03/14/2002
Copyright © 2025 Bruce W Niedt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Graeme Fielden on 04/01/03 at 01:01 AM

Bruce, I didn't quite know where this poem was going and then you snapped it into context - I could quote this to so many people!

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