A Sailor’s Soliloquy

Drunken, beaten, back we’re borne.
I was on ice,
now it’s the shore.

Days of sail and incessant sun.
I miss the mast and fear it sunk.
Yet, at sea, I always miss
green meadows and a fairy’s kiss.

Oh, sweet breezes, that hail pirates sublime!
Too much salt can make the heart saline.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2022


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