Captain Cur

Rookie - 340 Points (England)

Demon Seas, Part 4 - Poem by Captain Cur

The storm's fierceness returns,
and I grip firm the wheel
which governs the path
I must compass and scale.

I will not repent;
I will only cry out for more;
I have chosen this course;
I will bear the winds roar.

The ropes are lashed tight,
to men tethered to rails;
they are hammered by sleet
cutting as nails.

The storm won't concede
the skies violence must peak.
I hear the timbers crack
and the hulls ominous creak.

My body slowly broken,
by the seas furies might,
my spine's core deformed,
by vainly usurping what's right;

the nauseousness that builds;
the bile churning within,
the caustic stench that fills my bowels
with the faecal waste of sin.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Translator notes: Parts 4,5 and 6 of Demon Seas highlight the misgivings of a man with no country, name, family or religion. Lost in a sea of inner emotional turmoil and conflict, he calls out to the only one thing he had ever loved. There is no historical evidence that Baharia Msichana ever existed. There are only references to her presence in his diary.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 26, 2012


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