As we walk the Amble coast,
Y’ hear the murmurs of sea-bound ghosts,
Who lost their lives in northern seas,
Setting sail on fisheries.
Who cast their nets for one last time,
And now they haunt the mass of brine,
On boats said made of smokes and wisps,
Make warning to the passing ships,
To scare them off the jagged bay,
And see yon sailers make their way,
The amblers they call the souls of sort,
Who see the boats now safe to port.
This is my A poem for the A to Z challenge.
My A-Z is based on Northumberland, and the myths and monsters that lurk within. All the poems kind of lead onto one another so I do suggest you read the one before or the beginning of the Stories of the Northlands. The idea of Amblers comes from Amble, a fishing town in the North East of England, and the word rambling. I loved the idea of a the ghosts of fishermen lost at sea.