Womb of the Sea
Foul weather clouds,
Wrath of watery shrouds.
Casting a shadow upon the sea,
Waves crash, drowning, wretched me.
Clashing swords, swashbuckling blood spilt,
Ta the bottom I sunk, ta bed of silt.
Death has safe-harbored me,
Ta the deep salty forsaken sea.
Be I a seafarer story ta chanting bard.
Me ship and crew spare naught regard,
Scurvy jackal's with yellow tail,
Harnessed the wind, set sail.
Abandoned ta brackish grave,
A mutinous act bequest unbrave.
Ne'er be one matey ta mourn,
This ole sea-dog capta'n be shorn.
Cradled in the womb of the sea.
Her brisk embrace comforts me.
In me element, a fitting death,
Inhaling brine, till final breath.
She be me mistress true,
I hail nay kin or kith ta sail to.
Siren's lullabye she whisper'd
A serenade, dying ta be heard
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I was just about on the ship whilst reading this, amazing well done x
You've a particular talent for evoking nature in its extreme forms, Lisa.
Does that have something to do with the maelstrom which rages deep within you?!
Superlative piece!!
J xxx
Could be J. I so enjoy evoking emotion with my writes. You could say part of the whirlpool in my soul is written in each of my poems.
Great job !! Your writes are so varied ! Always waiting to see what comes next.
Thanks for being there ! Β :)
Best wishes to you as always !Β
I could hear the sailor speaking in your words, how awesome....your characters are alive and waiting on the page to be heard and appreciated, very cool pirates' 'lingo'....beyond awesomeΒ
In me element, a fitting death,
Inhaling brine, till final breath.