Mariner Comes Home Part 11 Poem by Charles Garcia

`Mariner comes Home Two
Essay by Charles Garcia


Captain Wallaby Supreme Commander HMS ~Fantasy

After a long journey on the HMS Fantasy bringing cotton, tea, breadfruit much more, Her manifest reveals.

Her arrival un-announced, as no communications invented yet to
Use the atmosphere to transmit messages,

Captain Wallaby yearning to be back, as gone 3 months or more,
To fill the galley of the ship with precious cargo, cotton, tea and more.

You see, Captain Wallaby has no family, just a rented space high
On the hill in the city, overlapping the bay of Tranquility, where
Many ships of sail, moored to the piers. Awaiting orders to sail out
At any given time,
In his rented room, he is to gaze out to the sea, and all the sailing ships
Docked in Tranquility. For Capt’n as for nothing more important
than to fill his pipe with more of quality tobacco, stare out to the shore.

For he knows nothing more than he must go back to sea, as there lies
His very soul.

Perhaps a lady of the night will come visiting welcome she,
Spend the night; consume well-spent time, in sin and gin.
For Capt’n Wallaby, no lady to turn to him, obsequiously,
For he belongs to all women if they wannabe.

Capt’n Wallaby does not volunteer sea stories, although if asked he won’t
Refuse, will talk all night into the morn, if you let him so.
The Capt’n loves great tales loves, his ale, will talk for days.

He does not know what crew waits for him as beyond his control,
The Queen Her Majesty owns the ship will decide when time to
Go. First must fill the ballast with tons of cobble stones so that the
Ship on even keel,
To be left at some foreign town for to do what they please like building roads, walls, to keep back the sea. They will find a need as all this rock for free.

Inspired by Colloridge. Mariner.
Strictly fictional,
Charles Garcia