She walks the shore beside the sea, <br /> seen indistinctly in the mist <br />a maiden who died tragically. <br />The local legends will insist. <br />It’s said she died by her own hand <br /> By a faithless lover betrayed <br />and is condemned to walk the strand <br />until released by judgement day. <br />Though I have proved beyond all doubt <br />she is no ghost. A trick of light, <br />the good folk who live hereabout <br /> are still convinced that they are right. <br />The have no time for scientists <br />they KNOW who wanders in the mists. <br /> <br />2-May-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perdita-for-m-lady-ann/
