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Saturday, 7 November 2009

A poem for the weekend

Yes, I'm going to put my poetry here. Just skip to the next post if you don't want to read it, dumbass!

A World Outside of You

Out wand’ring ‘cross the moonlit beach a seagull sang to me,
Its feathers glowing like the stars, it looked so bright and free:
It sang a song of distant shores I scarce believed were true,
A long forgotten island realm, a world outside of you.

Then off it winged, its message spent, to save some other soul;
My thumping heart confirmed the bird had took a heavy toll:
My sleep all wracked by vivid dreams of winging on the breeze,
I woke at dawn resolved to seek my fortune overseas.

That very morn I built a ship to carry me away,
Provisions packed and heart aloft I paddled all the day:
Then far from shore, the tide behind, the sail I hoisted high,
But as I held the tiller firm, the wind gave not a sigh.

I raised my fist to challenge all the gods and cursed the sky,
Zephyros had turned his back and would not hear my cry:
I snatched my oar and pummelled at the sea to no avail,
And fell exhausted, looking up towards my lifeless sail.

Black clouds closed up the heavens’ orb and turned the air to sleet,
And Jupiter’s hot sulphurous stones rained down ‘mid cloying heat:
I wrestled on, the splintered paddle scraping at my hands,
All fevered with my storied promises of foreign sands.

Then Neptune, all a wat’ry wrath, rose from his bed astern,
And screamed a wall of ocean black its purpose me to turn:
The giant bore me down to depth and crack’d my boat in twain,
I gave myself to limpness knowing I was surely slain.

The cruel Gods had more for sport, and me they sought to spare,
All drunk with salted madness I was plucked into the air:
The wave now snatched me up and carried me where I knew not,
My sense returning, grasped a piece of flotsam for my yacht.

The storm abated, leaving me all choking in the mud,
My shaken frame embraced the earth that vouchsafed for my blood:
And on a time I waked to spy my prison paradise,
The stone I’d left had claimed me back to reckon its great price.

November 2001

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