The Sailor

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Inspired by the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

Submitted: July 31, 2018

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The old sailor spat on salt cracked boards

It was dawn, the sun beginning to burn

On the watery horizon.

He thought of his home—

Rusted foundation, old silk curtains

He thought of his watch—

He had left it on the cabinet.

 

There was the sound of the fiddle

Singing through the air

Which he knew to be a phantom sound

As the time crawled past, he thought of his mother

And of their boat, still at sea

With no wind to speak of.

 

The scorching day finally came to an end

The sea swallowed the sun

In one violent gulp

He heard the rustle of wings and looked up

Overhead – an albatross.


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