A Topical Poem
Seven Seas Symphony
Through oceans’ swells across the world
galleons plough with sails unfurled
cutting through each of seven seas
by man-hauled oars and gentle breeze
on course plotted by astro-chart
we journey through Pacific’s heart.
‘Heave-ho my men, both fore and aft.’
We cross the seas, frolic and laugh,
absorb its panoramic glaze
until confused by misty haze.
Horizon springs thick clouds of black –
we’d best prepare for storms’ attack.
‘Off ye decks, down to ya cabin,
it’s choppy seas we’ll soon be trav’lin’.’
Through port’s window a deathly view
disaster’s coming – I just knew,
mountainous waves of fierce white froth;
what’d I do to incur His wrath?
‘Land ahoy! A bloody reef!’
How’d that happen? Beyond belief.
Kazunked the bow. Shattered the hull,
end drawing near, it’s looking dull.
A roaring shout, ‘She’s taking water!’
Abandon ship. Lambs to the slaughter.
Catastrophe! We’re gone. Shipwrecked.
All overboard, life rafts unchecked.
In ocean deep, arms a’ thrashing
gulping water, heart rate crashing
while clinging to my treasure chest
crying mem’ries of life’s dear best.
No view beyond, ‘cept wilderness
Why’m I left struggling in distress?
Clutching small fragments of ship’s core
hoping they’ll float me back to shore
tho’ answers through life’s telescope
dictate chances of zero hope.
Drifting into black vortex,
unconscious, burnt and most perplexed
when dumped upon lost atoll’s sand
upon my heart I place my hand:
‘Please change this history maritime
and leave me with my valentine.’