Colin Breck Boardman


Underneath The Mangosteen Tree - Poem by Colin Breck Boardman

Underneath the mangosteen tree,
Down by the red rusty shack,
Sat a fierce pirate,
Ready to climb the masthead
Of his anchored green galleon,
To reach the nesting crows.
Armed with his trusty sabre,
(A sturdy stick of bamboo) ,
Sweltering in the tropical heat
In wellington boots
(Folded over cavalier fashion) ,
With a heart lovingly sewn onto his bell-bottoms
Later to be torn off again,
By some buxom wench,
He smiled happily at the camera,
A picture of tyrannical innocence,
Surrounded by the golden treasure
Of his untainted childhood;
Invisible then to my young naked eye.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011


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