Windsong Poem by Frank Halliwell

Windsong

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The rigging sings the north wind's song,
Through all the sheets it's sighing.
The pirate crew atoning now
In time that flight is buying.

The holds are filled with plundered store:
The sheets can not be coaxed for more:
We'll all hang high, the captain swore.
For our sins, we'll be dying.

The frigate flies before the wind..
Her every fibre straining.
The quarry can't escape them now,
In what sea room's remaining.

'Put one round close across her bow!
The boarding party ready now! ..
She'll strike her colours soon, I vow!
Or blood, her decks be staining! '

To starboard: land, and land ahead...
To port, the frigate: gaining!
They curse the hand of destiny,
And know their fortunes waning.

The waters shift from blue to green
As heaven lights the depths unseen.
The surf roars out its endless paean
To join the north wind's keening.

A shadow sweeps beneath her keel,
The coral pink and bright,
And rips apart her stout oak heart
And chills her crew with fright.

The waves rush in to seal their fate.
The women and the children wait...
The lamps burn and the slow bell tolls,
Long into the night.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tj Becker 23 September 2008

If I was able your poems would be published for all to enjoy. This is the third I have read and never do you falter, each is as good as the last. Never do you skip a beat on rhyme or flow.

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