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! 🙂