Poem -

Well next the Sea?

Well next the Sea?

The narrow boat..
I had to breath,
I pray the water shallow
would not seep..
I left my senses fallow
and the murk to thin..
As fine morn to  sparrow
yay my heart began to sing.. .
Oh I loved him long in the broad,
swiftly rudder and gay concord,
I loved him in the locks
and ducts..
I loved him moorish tied and trussed.
sure and steadfast...Hull to stern
I loved from Bulwarks to the helm, 
I gave tug abreast and adrift
tween Roses and Castles kissed
our gunnels mixed..
his love  I'm  drenched..
But to him I'm just a wench..

 

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A Lonely Journey

Hey Pauline, 
What a great write. 
Beautifully worded, sad, interesting. 
I really enjoyed that! 
Keep writing. 

Matthew. 

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pauline codd

thank you Mathew, I'm stuck in a 'sad' genre.. Lol

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A Lonely Journey

Hi Pauline, 
I know the feeling sometimes. 
I hope you get to a happy genre soon, but many times the sad ones are quite beautiful. 
Have a great day! 
Matthew. 

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pauline codd

Cheers Mathew, I don't know about you, but with me these little stories must come out, I must release them when they come to the surface, or I will be constantly swimming in my mind... 

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