REFLECTION
From the aeroplane's window, my view
is of a vast seductive silent sea;
behoved to stories of pirates told to me;
Seafaring men of mystery who pursue
games of plunder under sun and moon;
shinning bright, illuminating deeds
of blood, and gore, and sowing seeds
of treasure while greedy hearts swoon;
Swashbuckling rowdies drinking rum
on a day of less adventure, light leisure
Crackling laughter, gold tooth, bare gum;
But the blind-folded one, whose displeasure
it is to walk the plank, not even the hum
of this aeroplane's engine, his soul's measure.
REFLECTION © gillena cox 2008
[first published at poemhunter dot com]
My mind is a blank page this morning so I snuck in an oldie ❧✿❧ You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #112, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧
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This is such an incredibly captivating write, Gillena ❤️ Especially love the image of; "Seafaring men of mystery who pursue games of plunder under sun and moon." Beautifully penned!❤️
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Thank you for taking me away.
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Swashbuckling rowdies drinking rum! Arrrh! There be much to be admiring in that lad!
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Oh so Captain Jack Sparrow!
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I love your poem, Gillena. I always like to hear the pirate's song. Here in Galveston we have (had) the famous Pirate Jean Lafitte. He sailed under a Mexican flag but during the War of Independence he was a spy for Spain (1815+). He also was very involved in the slave trade, would kidnap them from slave ships, sell them through the U.S. Customs, and buy them back with good title to resell then to those needing labor help. Buildings, societies, apartments, etc. in Galveston are now named for him.
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p.s. I posted for the last, "What am I made of?" but may not post for this one. Haven't yet.
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Thanks for your appreciation Jim. will stop by to read yours
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Nice! It's the pirate's life for me :)
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Walking the plank...that's the downside of of it all...nicely done, Gillena!
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I do love a good swashbuckling tale, Gillena!
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I wonder how romantic it really was... but they where great at marketing their lifestyle :-)
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Ah, you took me there and made me feel the swoosh of the wind, the wide buckling sea and listen to the cackling of pirates. And of course, "...not even the hum/of this aeroplane's engine, his soul's measure" is such a painful thought.
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Thanks for your appreciation Anmol
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What a terrific read!
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This shows how a different view of the ocean might excite the muse, or remind one of the tales of old.
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