Too much puzzle pirating...

[jeanvieve]

Actually, it's kind of nice to not be able to sleep because I had to get a silly poem out. Sometimes that middle of the night creativity is the best there is. Even better than sex. I will deny that if anyone repeats it out loud.

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"My love, I've a notion to sail on the ocean,
I long for the motion of waves on the sea.
Will you kiss me and smile as I sail from the isle
To seek fortune that someday I might troth to thee?"

Oh what could I say as he smiled on that day,
With the distant horizons ashine in his eyes?
And so bravely I smiled with words gentle and mild -
Johnny boarded the gangplank, never hearing my cries.

For months there then I waited, my heart never sated,
With sadness and longing I'd no tongue to say.
All my work in the tavern could not fill the cavern
Inside me, that echoed whilst he was away.

But seasons were passing, my fear was amassing
My dreams were as dire as the storms on the sea,
I stood with heart breaking, my misery aching,
Alone and atremble upon the long quay.

But then I grew resolute, not to be desolute!
I'll slip out to sea for to follow my love!
I'll fly like an arrow, a drab seeking sparrow
Who flies after the mast, by the stars light above.

So I strapped on a dagger and practiced a swagger
And bound my breasts under a tunic of grey.
With an X for my signing I joined a crew, pining
For word of my love, be he so far away.

Between sky and water, one winter we caught her
That ship that my love had once boarded and sailed.
We called with good nature, to stand close and face her
And crossed, though my feet to the hard planks they were nailed.

For I sighted my rover, my bonnie bright lover
Embracing a golden haired girl near the mast.
In agony shattered my heart, fell and clattered,
For I'd found my perfidious Johnny at last.

My soul to the slaughter, I jumped into the water,
And sank with a cannonball clasped in my hands.
The dark gathered round me, the cold crept and found me,
And I prayed that no more I would see human lands.

The Dark Lady found me whilst I tried to drown me,
And breathed in the salty depths praying to die,
She touched me and saved me, and looked at me gravely,
Saying, "No maiden perishes here for a lie.

"I'm Davy Jones' widow, my breast was his pillow,
But he left me for playing the devil he makes.
And I'll not see a brave one let die for a knave one
Who'd never look back to know wrack in his wake."

Through the waters we shot up, fair gripped I was caught up
And left on the deck of her black and fell ship,
With new sisters around me, we sail like in a foundry
That tempered and forged me with no lying lips.

And the next time I saw him, in battle did draw him,
My pretty young Johnny did fall from my blade,
And the fair one who cried as in bloodshed he died,
I took with us, my sister, now one of the shades.

Comments

Poem

[harddraver.livejournal.com]

That was a fabulous poem! Do you have others you could share?

Re: Poem

[jeanvieve.livejournal.com]

Eh, lots, sure. www.geocities.com/thetsmorgan/contents.html

Have fun!