A Poem – Nightmare Cove

This poem was inspired by a trip to Tasmania – specifically Port Arthur, whereupon I was able to glimpse at the lives of my country’s earlier settlers and the grisly natural prison that was the Tasman Peninsula.

The sun rises up, around
And again one stands and sees
Standing cold, cold and dry,
How awful hope can be.

Doors of freedom sealed and bound
With only death to break the lock,
Taste the salt of southern tide
Dashed upon the wave-strewn rocks.

Isolation drowns the sound
In the prison of Van Diemen,
Where the tortured writhe and cry,
Trapped forever by the heathens.

– 2013



Published by P. S. Clinen

Official website of Australian author, artist and musician, P.S.Clinen. He has published two novels - Tenebrae Manor and The Will of the Wisp, as well as the illustrated poem A Boy Named Art. His most recent release is a poetry collection Vignettes - An Anthology. All of his works are available to purchase on Amazon. He has several albums available on Bandcamp and other streaming services. Check back often for more by this author, including poetry, short stories, new music and other updates.

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