Monday, October 19, 2015

Archangel

Archangel

I sensed the dance of clouds and windy drawls,
the moving marionettes of moonlight,
ideally it cleared the shades of souls
to intersect our solitude, forthright.

The dusk descended when 'Archangel' crossed
the sight of island men, a gliding wraith
and huge the blackened ship's displacement boss'd
the mariners' astounded stares and faith.

Monotonous the bagpipes led to trance, 

autonomous the ship's insistent horn
invited us to some besotting dance
the ship regaled; unearthly song and mourn.

We danced inside the rain while ghostly pipes
entwined with the sea's baptismal notes,
- betrothal waved the blue and white flag stripes,
- like coffins moved around the wooden boats.

Embarked, we, upon the ship, erelong,
to sail infinity in ocean brines,
although the Sirens with their cradle-song,
the Hades' treated us, communion wines.

© 05-14-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic pentameter)