The Ship II

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A nautical and allegorical tale, written in Iambic pentameter.

Submitted: October 17, 2014

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Submitted: October 17, 2014



The Ship

As the foretelling dusk arose immense,
magnanimous the skylines sent the ship,
its blackened sight to boss the thoughts and sense
of sailors that imagined its long trip.

The Northern wind was cutting like a knife,
and hurtful were the messages it howled,
equilibrating on the brink of life
of the begone to seas, the thinking prowled.

The ship's black smoke ascended to the skies
from supercilious tall funnels, smog
bestowed its sacrificial offing size
to sovereign Gods that lived inside the fog.

The tidal and enshrouding foaming spills,
advanced the dusk, advanced the bawling horn's
unworldly calling up and flowing rills,
resembling the acuteness of thorns.

In front of us, the ship's displacement thrilled
approaching hence, magnificent the moors;
Her Soul, the Sea, and eulogy that killed,
relentlessly enticed through dark allures.

Pristine the sea, baptized the scene
in depths where souls abide in canted, rusted keels
deceptive was the reasoning our septs
instilled where our catastrophe conceals.

The night descended when the ship's steel gaze
examined curious and measured me,
proposing wedlock and a fate of blaze,
my competence, demanding, in the sea.
Across the Straits, young Lady Sadness kissed
with ripping cold my twenty years and eyes,
resembling Her Soul, the Sea, amidst
the Northern winds that howled and life's demise.

© 10-15-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)

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