Thursday, December 04, 2008


A pirate now, and forever.
Fresh yet familiar
sails on my horizon
seen countless times in the calm
this day
for the taking
give rise to wildness
from bondage forced
by the latest
largess and exile.

Fancy this boarding
and the swinging of ropes
and the spoils and the fire and the fairest
of hostage, of heroine, of heated
in ancient kiln.

You’ll walk it
this plank
at the point of this sword
choose cutlass
or crevasse
of Neptune.
Bound, you will fall
Where I’ll catch you
and the sinking will
salt old sails.


K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Well, I have always been drawn to Pirates - and your poem here did not disappoint. Many great lines. Loved your use of fresh language. Beautiful!

ms.e said...

You've a captive audience...depicting well the excitement of the taking.
Great lines: "decision forged in ancient kiln" and "the sinking will salt old sails"

S.L. Corsua said...

Filled with a sense of a pirate's adventure. ;) I'm loving the sounds of words here not often seen (but apt in the context of this poem) -- largess, cutlass, crevasse. I'm a fan of the "S" sound following a vowel, for reading poems aloud. Cheers.

KGT (aka Cagey) said...

Harr... seems the swarthy inner self is unsustainable... I laugh at this poem a bit now, time having passed. Anyway, thanks all for the kind words.