CROATOAN

ah Sir Crow the Croatoan way..

getting down and dirty the heathen way is the only way to go..

love this ink :)

with love Crim

Maybe I should have spelled "CROATOAN" with a "W".  Thanks Crim!

Would there be a wilder way for Roanoke to be lost. Spiritually and litterally. Really cool crow. A toan. Too much....dig it. Smart poetry. 🚬💋J

Looks like you got some of the historical gist, Jennifer.  Thank you!

And the line..

Leading his bretheren from this empty settlement.
Perfect.
Lost already.

Thanks Jennifer!  "Parson Mather" could be a relative of Cotton Mather, a supporter of the Salem witch trials, by the way.

Oh very cool really? The lost island of Roanoke is def one of my fav historical stories. This was just brilliant. And wrote very well.

"Parson Mather" is fictional.  He just seems like a possible relative or forebear to Cotton Mather.  I should probably brush up some on my history, but I believe Cotton was one of the intolerant bastards responsible for getting those innocent "witches" hung in Salem.  If you ever get a chance to go there, by the way, do so by all means.  It's a fascinating town, complete with the actual House of Seven Gables and Witchcraft Museum.

My interpretation.  They never really ever did find out what happened to these colonists.  They apparently just up and vanished into the wilderness, leaving the settlers that followed wondering....  Thanks Gabriel!

Historic Eroticism. . .I think that is becoming you, Sir Fly. . .Need to research, get a better grasp, but the way you've penned it is quite intriguing. . .Enjoyed. . .xoxo, Devlin;)

Thanks Devlin.  I should probably research things a little more, but at least I'm not writing a tome with any claim to close accuracy.  Couldn't manage that.  It's fun to play around.  I'm just glad you enjoyed!

You always come up with great topics to write of...or maybe the writing of just makes the topics that much better.  Either way, I'm never disappointed reading you.  I know what happened to those colonists btw, just not sharing.  :)

Michael

Thanks Michael!  I just hope I don't run out of ideas....

"CRO"--ATOAN..luvitt misters! I'm smirking, clever you! ;) I sooo wish my history teacher had of played
*this angle, as I'da dun all my homework [better even] ;)

"They drop their plows and axes
And learn to fuck for pleasure
Listening to voices in the breeze... " <~ a great mood set!
~drop the work & workitt dirty..fine penning sirs..
Favoring the soft third line here.. gives the feel and flavors of ancient passion on timeless rich soul.

"Feeling temptation in every letter
"A bit much," he breathes      <~~ toe-curlin sarcasm/humor, & a giggle. ur humanizing line pulls this together nicely.
Leading his brethren from this empty settlement
Silent and abandoned in the twilight
And continues the pilgrimage to points unknown."
~you always do end on bang! love the open end for more journeys.. while lamenting the true historics of.
All together beautiful sir Crow.. brought to life & then expanded on w/twist on temptations-- enjoying your pen everly!
~d

Thank you Darksighs!  I love your comments, the way you isolate a few lines and remark on them with such care, and humor.  I'm honored!    

Having read about the disappearance of the Roanoake Islanders, this poem offers a possible solution to the mystery - that they "went native" and walked out on their English ways. BTW - where is that carving?

Thank you Solomon!  Yes, the "going native" is the likeliest theory.  There were apparently no obvious indications of violence, as far as I know.  Quite a mystery.  No messages left other than CROATOAN, so they might not have wanted to be found.   It's been awhile since I've read up on this, so your guess is as good as mine.

Like the picture - I have read how you found it - suggests the Natives tempted away the settlers. Appears to me an erotic depiction of one of Pocahontas' squaw contemporaries.

First off I want to say I love that woodcarving. I want it in my house. I don't know what I would do with it. But I want it.

At any rate, this is a first class poem. An erotic Indiana Jones kinda feel I got from it. But with an element of temptations from the devil...or the dark desires that slumber within, waiting to be awoken. But I also feel like there is more nestled in this little work of yours. Great piece!

I just chanced upon that pic of the carving doing a Google search, but accidentally deleted it from my files.  Wish I could tell you the source.  It doesn't really have any direct bearing on the poem, of course. It just seemed to fit.  I'll be more careful in the future.   I like your idea about the "dark desires."  It's possible that the colonists gave into temptation and heard the call of the wild.  Thanks for the comment DPW!

we need you teaching history & [practical] biology *weg*
this is marvellous story telling with your darkly humorous twist that makes it all the more compelling
i've always wondered what happened to those poor bastards... what would you say happened to atlantis [?]
much enjoyed this crowman
xoxox

I get a sinking feeling whenever I consider Atlantis, how the mighty have plunged.  Thanks Katja!