Whaler's Tale
Pray to the gods, a blessed exhale,
To grasp a current and set sail,
Kind winds may blow abound,
Upon briny crests acrowned.
Windswept cotton shrouds,
Whispers of white wisp clouds
Vast azure like the seas,
Floating alight on the breeze.
Cast harpoons to the mighty whale,
A quickeningΒ batten-down, set sail.
To return to landlubber true,
Before by chase she misses you.
Come hither crestfallen seamen,
Croons a beauteous siren demon
A parched sailor danceΒ to her wake,
Endless waters but none to partake.
Sinking low to a barnacle bed,
Fare-thee-well for a sailor's stead.
Waterlogged and weary bone,
Needless for engraved tombstone.
For he is but fodder to the seas.
Poseidon heeds no craven pleas.
Brave the waters as they sail,
To live again in a whaler's tale.
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Comments
Great write !
A great poem illustrated with an interesting and beautiful postcard. A poem dedicated to all those legendary men who searched his soul in the sea, who loved it and gave his life while they sailed on his back. The sailors killed in the sea have no grave, but if they have all an epitaph written with algae and coral.
Β βAquΓ yacen todos aquellos que un dΓa desaparecieron bajo las olas del marβ
I agree with Richard, WhalerΒ΄s Tale is a great poem.