Lady of the Cove

There are many tales that have been woven about beautiful Peggy's Cove on the South Shore of Nova Scotia. So many in fact, it can be difficult to tell the fact from fiction, and in an area that is so rich with folklore and wives tales it becomes even harder!

 That being said, for this weeks One Shot Wednesday over at Onestop Poetry, I would like to share with you my own little version of one of the more popular stories.  It's a fun little write, the sun is shining, there's a summer time breeze blowing, and my road tripping feet are getting antsy.  In honor of perfect summer days and tourist destinations that are NOT rip~offs, I present to you...

Lady of the Cove

In a violent, raging, rolling sea

She somehow washed upon the shore

Hanging on to that one last breath

Fighting to touch the floor

The ship was gone, her family too

All souls lost at sea

But hanging on to that one last breath

Would rewrite the histories.

The sand was cold, the granite hard

When she released that final breath

The smell of salt and seaweed stench

Proof she'd cheated death.

Waking in the brilliant sun

Battered, bruised, Not broken

Alone in strange lands not her own

Where devil tongues were spoken

The small fishing town soon took to her

And the tale she had to tell

Christened as a child named Margaret

She wove a wondrous spell.

And all too soon love found its way

And blossomed in her heart

She took to the role of wife and Mum

From the fisherman she would not part.

And to this day they tell her tale

Round potbellied kitchen stoves

Of Margaret's arrival upon their shores

Their Lady of the Cove.

Peggy's Cove Lighthouse ~ Natasha Head Photo

Due to a copywrite issue, the title of this poem had to be changed.  It originally appeared as Peggy of the Cove, but artist Ivan Fraser was kind enough to send me a Facebook Message to let me know he had the term trademarked back in 2004 and demanded I change the title.  I offer my sincerest apologies to Ivan, and hope he understands I honestly had no clue! :)