Captain Cur

(England)

One Thousand Wrecks


Rising plumes carved midnights mist,
my ship in reefs she slowly lists,
mnemonic sounds defeat their fears
nil my voice in dead men's ears.

Her form upon the jetting rocks;
flowing moon gild silver locks,
eyes of tiny piercing dreads,
mermaid's song haunt pirate heads.

I swim determined toward the beach
black dagger ground between my teeth
up I climb the flesh stained ledge
to toss the mermaid from the edge.

I slow approach my wary prey;
my dagger sharp and hid away,
her chords penetrate to my soul,
my dagger slips and clangs in fall.

She smiles with an urchins grin,
I watch my dagger sink and spin
moonlight sharp against the cliffs
I lunge for her and break her grip.

Down we drop in breaker swells
she rises up I swim toward hell,
I see a speck of tiny steel
I search the bed with desperate feel.

Up I stroke and grasp for air
surface breaks I cough and swear
I spot my ship safe from the reefs
tonight her dirge contains no grief.

I swim and make way for the sand
sinewy pulls her slender hand;
her hair adorned with seashell specks,
her songs refrain, one thousand wrecks.

Submitted: Friday, March 01, 2013

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  • Danny Draper (3/17/2013 4:50:00 PM)

    A beautiful write in the mythology of the sea. Could easily fit into the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (3/2/2013 2:37:00 AM)

    Fun Fun Fun and i am a fan..i laughed when i read this -She smiles with an urchins grin, - lol urchin grin hahahha_Soul (Report) Reply

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