bony masts
fleshed and
dressed white
with sail
tight and taut
in their sheets
billows strain
breathing deep
windswept skies
sharp cut bows
cleave the
greenwater sheen
liquid history
heaving her
stories with speed
along freeboards
to draught
in the wake
cannons poised
in their cheeks
for salute
gaff rigs boast
crisp snapping
pennants and flags
a flotilla of
yesteryears
making for home
in the dreams
of a boy with a
nautical heart
Sails conjure tales of yore…sublime imagery
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some of my most favorite books are the historic British Navy yarns by Patrick O’Brian
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Agree…have you tried Star of the Sea by Joseph O’Connor? Not tall ships yet the author squeezes history out of his fiction?
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thanks for the cue – I just downloaded it to my kindle
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Oh, wow … this is the best for today!
I love the expression you put on every lines – vivid imagery of dreams and white ship. Love this, my friend! 🙂
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thanks dearly, Sherrie
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Many a fine poem was crafted below deck . . . Your’s is wonderful!
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thanks kindly, Peter
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Well done Paul, beautiful imagery!
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thanks kindly
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Winston churchhills favorite movie was about a British naval officer and his love story. your fine poem completes that film… For me; I saw the movie last night.
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not surprising, as he had been first lord of the admiralty during his career
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