Potential Titles: Fran Wilde
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Our island sang four chanteys - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Ebb"
Seven tides graced our lee shore - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Ebb"
And new tides sweep the sand - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Ebb"
Emptied houses turned shuttered eyes to the sea - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Low"
A schoolhouse filled with dust - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Low"
Watched from widow's walks worn thin - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Iron"
As hope sunk below the waterline - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Iron"
Stayed to keep the ghost watch - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"
Unraveled the silence of loss - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"
Stitched the island quiet - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"
A rough machine of brass and wood - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Neap"
Pulled at the island's fallow gardens - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Smoke"
A gull made of bone and cloth - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"
Children plucked each treasure - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"
Licked a bloodied paw with a nettle tongue - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"
Hung his ghost like a sheet from a mast - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Bone"
They stitch joy to sorrow - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Spring"
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Seven tides graced our lee shore - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Ebb"
And new tides sweep the sand - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Ebb"
Emptied houses turned shuttered eyes to the sea - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Low"
A schoolhouse filled with dust - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Low"
Watched from widow's walks worn thin - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Iron"
As hope sunk below the waterline - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Iron"
Stayed to keep the ghost watch - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"
Unraveled the silence of loss - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"
Stitched the island quiet - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Slack"
A rough machine of brass and wood - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Neap"
Pulled at the island's fallow gardens - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Smoke"
A gull made of bone and cloth - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"
Children plucked each treasure - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"
Licked a bloodied paw with a nettle tongue - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: High"
Hung his ghost like a sheet from a mast - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Bone"
They stitch joy to sorrow - Fran Wilde "The Ghost Tide Chantey: Spring"
Poet's Wikipedia page.
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