Comments about Niall Limelaw
When once I sailed a maiden course,
Timber-rot ‘neath plucky hull
Sparring Neptune's spuming horse
Swollen squawks the baying gull.
Mired in filth and fear and dark
I, a vessel fit to burst,
Brim-full, breaching, rent asunder
Aside she washed, ashore, the first.
Come fortune! Claim the blustered tarp!
And blow it softly, path anew
Twixt the currents, chasms dark
‘Cross rolling swelling, blotted blue.
And thus when I laid eye on thee
Respite offered on thy sand
Battened hatch to briny deep
And wading buoyant onto land.
If the ...