Chapter 10 the driven fleet
Interfaced with fantasy, ships like quiet wraiths,
Not quite of my reality, in chill of phantom gale,
Tingeing my irrelevance, impinging on my faith;
Ever-swelling canvas in their pigeon-bosomed sail.
Regret in retrospection? I'd not suffer it again!
Full of derring-do I sprang across the gleaming sound-
Anchored to a metaphor my fingers took the strain;
Clawed chaotic industry, for what if I were drowned?
Even as I hauled myself aboard did hope abound.
Open to felicity of solid wooden craft-
Finding deck beneath my feet I faltered to the mast.
Fantasy was reft awry as wind assailed my eye,
A keen of wailing seabirds and the thrumming of the sheet,
Needles of the driven spray beneath a clouded sky,
Taunted all ambivalence about this driven fleet.
Around, aside, along of me, I tasted bitter salt,
Sailors strove to hold the course with brawny calloused hands,
Inspiration flung my disposition into alt,
Entrusting with abandon all un-incubated plans
Sailing to the strangers' unimaginable lands.
Chapter 11 Sea Beast
Not quite of my reality, in chill of phantom gale,
Tingeing my irrelevance, impinging on my faith;
Ever-swelling canvas in their pigeon-bosomed sail.
Regret in retrospection? I'd not suffer it again!
Full of derring-do I sprang across the gleaming sound-
Anchored to a metaphor my fingers took the strain;
Clawed chaotic industry, for what if I were drowned?
Even as I hauled myself aboard did hope abound.
Open to felicity of solid wooden craft-
Finding deck beneath my feet I faltered to the mast.
Fantasy was reft awry as wind assailed my eye,
A keen of wailing seabirds and the thrumming of the sheet,
Needles of the driven spray beneath a clouded sky,
Taunted all ambivalence about this driven fleet.
Around, aside, along of me, I tasted bitter salt,
Sailors strove to hold the course with brawny calloused hands,
Inspiration flung my disposition into alt,
Entrusting with abandon all un-incubated plans
Sailing to the strangers' unimaginable lands.
Chapter 11 Sea Beast