Horatio
Wanted Pirate
Ghost Ship, and Flying, Soaring, were presented by Ben Gone at Story Time, 9/18/2017
Ghost Ship
Deep is the night though lit by full moon
Closed in as a blanket, the doldrums did swoon
Wispy like waifs of low fog embrace
Light stirring dark seas, this silvery lace
Silence as silent as the ocean can reap
For untold centuries, the secrets to keep
The mists damp the sounds to a hushed, whispered muffle
The small wavelets subdued so the clack just a snuffle
Across the dying moon,
-----Across this dead, glass sea
Hails a ghostly-like ship, a specter glides free
So yellow this moon dipping to the sea
It outlines this ship, as black as can be
No living hand on its board, to show it a way
No life to be found to hold it in sway
Adrift, it is, with no direction or scheme
Deserted by all, or so it would seem
No sound did it make but a creak and low groan
No emotion or thought was found in the tone
No breath did escape past the hush of the night
Thus holding its peace, its weariness outright
Mournful, despairing, its long journey past
Gone are the glories of battles amassed
Abandoned, forgotten, by its maker’s strong hand
Left to the tides with none to command
Long looking in silence for the port of its dreams
No hand on the tiller, so lost as it seems
No hand to guide to a last resting place
No maker but human to bring long-lasting grace
Flying, Soaring
-a Petrarchan sonnet-
Billowing! Billowing! —stretched taut the sheets,
tensioning the blocks in vibrations singing,
as the masts scrape the clouds while gallantly swinging
and the helm is held steady as it windwardly beats
Surging! —past brine in unfloundered feats
with the spray flashing past in storm showers stinging
while it surfs the waves that nature keeps slinging
and frothy white foam hurtles past and retreats
On snowy-white wings the ships will set sail,
gliding smoothly across the rolled restless waves,
as graceful as seabirds go soaring in flight
And, with every breath that the wind will exhale,
the prow meets the surge —in helms direction, it paves —
as flying engines drive forward with power and might
Ghost Ship
Deep is the night though lit by full moon
Closed in as a blanket, the doldrums did swoon
Wispy like waifs of low fog embrace
Light stirring dark seas, this silvery lace
Silence as silent as the ocean can reap
For untold centuries, the secrets to keep
The mists damp the sounds to a hushed, whispered muffle
The small wavelets subdued so the clack just a snuffle
Across the dying moon,
-----Across this dead, glass sea
Hails a ghostly-like ship, a specter glides free
So yellow this moon dipping to the sea
It outlines this ship, as black as can be
No living hand on its board, to show it a way
No life to be found to hold it in sway
Adrift, it is, with no direction or scheme
Deserted by all, or so it would seem
No sound did it make but a creak and low groan
No emotion or thought was found in the tone
No breath did escape past the hush of the night
Thus holding its peace, its weariness outright
Mournful, despairing, its long journey past
Gone are the glories of battles amassed
Abandoned, forgotten, by its maker’s strong hand
Left to the tides with none to command
Long looking in silence for the port of its dreams
No hand on the tiller, so lost as it seems
No hand to guide to a last resting place
No maker but human to bring long-lasting grace
Flying, Soaring
-a Petrarchan sonnet-
Billowing! Billowing! —stretched taut the sheets,
tensioning the blocks in vibrations singing,
as the masts scrape the clouds while gallantly swinging
and the helm is held steady as it windwardly beats
Surging! —past brine in unfloundered feats
with the spray flashing past in storm showers stinging
while it surfs the waves that nature keeps slinging
and frothy white foam hurtles past and retreats
On snowy-white wings the ships will set sail,
gliding smoothly across the rolled restless waves,
as graceful as seabirds go soaring in flight
And, with every breath that the wind will exhale,
the prow meets the surge —in helms direction, it paves —
as flying engines drive forward with power and might
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