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Pirate Ships would lower their sails when Puff roared out his name
My second poem to the prompt “The pleasures of piracy,” is perhaps the more expected poem, as I have played pirate and been a modern Grace O’Malley more than once. The poem speaks more of younger days when I still openly played with dragons like Puff, and longed for the money to truly sail the seas.
The Pleasures of Piracy
Eucalyptus leaf billows with imaginations breath into multiple canvas sail
Stripped twig becomes twin tall tarred masts
As breeze blown paper bow smacks solid on sanded, painted Balsa wood schooner
moored in preparation for tomorrow’s cup race, girls like me,
can’t even watch.
I hurry off, laughing victorious, but still cautious of detection, to sail a safer sewer stream;
My dreams, away down to the sea
This journey the first beyond a puddle for my rakish pirate heart.
“We Got Something, we both know it, we don’t talk to much about it…”
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers do an awesome job, but Melissa Etheridge reminds me of the first time my heart was totally broken. So Here it is, the first poem from the Three Voices prompt.
I was given, “The Pleasures of Piracy”
The pleasures of piracy are few for the boarded
Treasured Memories bleeding out from the broken confidences,
Locks irreparably damaged.
Ruby red passions pilfered and paraded trophies
The struggle to swim slowly subsiding to surrender
in the sucking, sinking swirl of the relation ship abyss.