The sailors stand
The winds have been their faithful friends
who divvy naught - solely sing
when midnight in the seas suspends
when stares in darkness tend to cling.
Their messages exclaims of mind,
the bluish vastness shroud and berth,
shall tomb in depths and thus enshrined
perchance abide by lands of mirth.
Their ancestors and maids of brines
- sea nymphs of valor and of thorn -
foam ceremonial designs
to host the venturers and mourn.
Cause it is said that three fates weave
with harpsichords alone to play,
upon the bridge of cargo cleave
while ghosts afar the tunes convey.
The sailors stand upon the stern
when nightly stars the dawn bedeck,
the maids of brines on minds discern
fixate on waves their stares and beck.
© 05-18-2015, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)
The winds have been their faithful friends
who divvy naught - solely sing
when midnight in the seas suspends
when stares in darkness tend to cling.
Their messages exclaims of mind,
the bluish vastness shroud and berth,
shall tomb in depths and thus enshrined
perchance abide by lands of mirth.
Their ancestors and maids of brines
- sea nymphs of valor and of thorn -
foam ceremonial designs
to host the venturers and mourn.
Cause it is said that three fates weave
with harpsichords alone to play,
upon the bridge of cargo cleave
while ghosts afar the tunes convey.
The sailors stand upon the stern
when nightly stars the dawn bedeck,
the maids of brines on minds discern
fixate on waves their stares and beck.
© 05-18-2015, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic tetrameter)
