The Ship by Millie-Mae Morris

Millie-May is one of our more experienced members of The Windmill Young Actors. After a recent session looking at characters and status on ships, Millie, aged 12, went home and wrote the following poem. Just one example of how this club is inspiring the people involved!

On a ship riding some waves,
A Ship's crew were working through the long day,
But then something horrible happened,
And their life was betrayed.

First their voices failed,
Their distant songs waving goodbye,
The things that they longed to say, long in the past,
The things that they longed to hear, way gone in the future.

And just as their first sense had fell beyond repair,
An eagle swooped over filling them with despair,
It took the last spark of light that kept them from falling,
And filled their treasured life with darkness and mourning,
They could no longer look out for the lands,
For now they could only see darkness around.

Then their sense of smell drifted away,
They could no longer smell the fresh sea air,
Their life was in tatters,
They no longer cared.

The seagulls screeching faded from their grasp,
The sound of the washing waves,
Died to the past.

Their sore bones dissolved into nothing,
And an evil puppeteer of the waves,
Picked them up and thought they were funny,
He wished them and washed them 'til the day's end,
When the poor ships crewmen could no longer bend.

Then a sweet voice willed them to the sea,
Persuading them to forget about their hard painful life,
And come to an end.

Now the ship has no crew,
Is no longer clean,
Is no longer new,
Is filled with grime and rats,
It's a bug's favourite habitat.

The ship slowly sinks to the bottom of the ocean with bore,
Without its crew.
The ship is a ship no more.