Port Royal Poem by Gerry Legister

The splendour of sunshine,
Amidst light winds blowing from behind,
Where shadows stood, and stare
At the lonely place of Port Royal
History scar and clear the air.
Split the spray of pirate clouds,
And make tiny gems into rain drops
Spread abroad like twisted ribbons,
In waves and wavering of emotions,
The greed died away, drown in years
Down far below the sum of fears.
Dying light stretched across the lakes.
gloomy spirits waltz through the gates,
and fathom sphere out over the ocean.
Where our modern cruise ship sail
Amidst the storm and blustery gale.
A trail of twin engine wing-tipped plane,
Manoeuvre around the hurricane.
towards Caribbean sunken Port Royal,
wrapped in bleak mystic exotic portrayal.
Sunshine slipped away jamming down,
Adventurous tourist shelter in Kingston town.
slip and sleep under the meandering fan,
the chant of melody made the wildest swan,
dance with foot and hand strut everyone.
in this foreign land, a concept highly strung.
when an ancient breath of spirit come undone
wind swept voices blew blow wild bubbles.
passed over towns and leap across lakes.
Bygone Port Royal is shimmering world,
Haunted with murky shades of curse gold.
The splendid haul of riches was sunshine dying,
to send the decaying light of silhouette flying.
With penance of hope further up into the cloud,
where the world of enchantment is loud.
Never a dull moment did the looters see,
In the ill-gotten world, they conceive to be.