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Plunder
Wooden creaking
Jostling tempo building
Announcing the imminent arrival
Of gale-force pleasure
Gasping breath billows
Filling sails which stretch
Silk slick with salt sea mist
Seeking shores of satisfaction
Sighs rain like soft sands
Slipping through earnest fingers
Digging furiously in pursuit relentless
For the thrum of desire's casket
No greater spoils
Than lusty disinterment
Leaving labour's lingering heat
And saline sweet savour
Published 19th Jul 2015
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19th Jul 2015 3:26am
What a storm! None these shores have ever seen ;) Loved the flow and alliterations.
19th Jul 2015 10:14am
Anonymous
19th Jul 2015 3:36am
I really enjoyed the allegory. The excitement of the journey is so much the joy as is the discovery of the hidden treasure. Great.
19th Jul 2015 10:17am
Thank you Derrick, sadly such creative treasure has been a little scare of late - fingers crossed the moment strikes more often :)
Oh and I absolutely agree, the journey is generally the star of the show - it's labour makes the end all the more satisfying.
Oh and I absolutely agree, the journey is generally the star of the show - it's labour makes the end all the more satisfying.
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19th Jul 2015 3:38am
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19th Jul 2015 10:17am
Thanks Taryn - I did check out that poem, and I agree, water certainly keeps the mind wet and lubricated.
Anonymous
19th Jul 2015 4:18am
it's nice to see you
taking the reader by storm
leaving us sated
taking the reader by storm
leaving us sated
19th Jul 2015 10:19am
19th Jul 2015 6:17pm
I love a good pirate tale, although I suspect there's more to it than Jack Sparrow. You have the maritime imagery then "lusty disinterment," which could mean buried treasure or some other object of desire. I dig "Plunder" Franko. Great job!
