dusk arising



the storm had subsided
morning dawned like a vanquished beast
                                                     waking from a duel
across the beach a small gathering
                     picked its way through newfound debris
crushed upon the rocks in the now falling tide
                              a small sailing vessel of yesterday
her ugly angle spoke of hullplates smashed
          rags of sail hanging limply on tormented rigging
those rocks would be exposed at low ebb  
                                                      and break her back
what cargo she carried were the worrys of each mind
what profit here to be taken
                                         from storms chance delivery
everyman greedily eyed the other
                     for first in would take the heart of plunder
let there not be a live soul aboard
              or they shall meet a watery grave this foul day
twas then i caught her movement,
                                           a wash of green in the prow
was it imagined or, no,      ... there it was again
hardened scroungers amidst their evil
                   were too keenly eyed on each others intent
they had not seen her
entering the receeding swell
                     i let fall my jacket and cast away my shoes
this beach was my plaything since first steps had
              let me know her rolling sand and shifting curves
i knew her beneath these waves
                                and the games she'd play a stranger
now onto my back, staying low in the water
                                     slowly propelling myself seaward
had i been spotted i could not tell,.. my ears below water
my eyes beheld a seabird and little else
                                                        bar the miserable sky
were i seen, a musket ball would greet my final breath
this day would be my last should i fail to achieve
                                               seaward of the sorry vessel
aching limbs now sighing with relief
                                              to hear her anguished pains
creaking and groaning upon the swell                               
                                   as her hull entered its death throws
there! my chance! ..diving beneath her keel
                                                         i surfaced to seaward
now out of sight of the beaches rabble
                                         i beheld the larboard side of her                        
a plaque bearing "estrella de la mañana" on her bows,
                                      a spaniard mateloe's pride and joy
'hello' i bellowed 'hello!'..........
she peered through the spintered gunwhale 'are you alone'
staring eyes, ....'come with me, you are in danger here.
                                                     .....i have a boat close by'
the frightened girl now raised her head
                       and beckoned a 'go away' motion toward me
finding nearby footing on the rocks
                                                    i hauled out and squatted.
pointing toward the beach i shook  my head
     and drew my finger across my throat then pointed to her
her eyes became fire and she rushed along the deck
                                                    holding onto the gunwhale
'hello' i shouted, pointing first to her then myself
                i made swim jestures and pointed along the coast
finally making rowing movements with my hands.....  
                                                       she stared    ....i nodded
repeating my cut throat jesture toward the beach
                            i lost my footing falling back into the briney
surfacing i watched her leap off the craft
                                    and smile toward me as she regained
seemingly at ease with the ocean i beckoned  'follow me'
swimming across and against the tide
                        the prize of landfall found me near exhausted
heavy footed without the buoyancy of saltwater
                                                    i staggered toward the cave
shivvering within its coldness,
                         i tapped my chest saying 'dusky'
                                              .....her eyes,..her face, beautiful
staring at me with lowered head
                                        she touched her chest ......'graciana'   
'we must hurry' i pulled the small boat of my childhood
                 out and down the beach with graciana pulling it too
reaching the water line graciana put her hand on my arm
                       and looking into my eyes drew her face to mine
kissing softly a thrill wrent my body,
        she was holding a small black purse,
                                    taking my hand.....placed the purse in it
she made a gesture touching her chest
           then casting her open hand palm up toward me
                   giving me the purse   ....which i untied and opened
inside was a large ruby gemstone finely set in gold
            on a gold chain and two gold rings one large, one small
looking back to the wreckage then swiftly back to me
                                                   she suddenly pushed me hard
together we drew the boat into deeper water
tapping my arms again as i placed the oars in the rollocks
                      she shook her head and pointed toward the stern
i took my seat in the stern and watched
  as this beautiful young woman began rowing me into my future
a terrible ringing sound filled the air
                           damn that alarm clock.....  it ruins everything !!!



  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words d a, I wonder what would have happened if the alarm clock had not woken you.


  • orchidee

    Good write dusk.

  • The Uneducated O.A.P

    Nice one dusk, being deaf I would not have heard the alarm clock and made it into the future with her, you missed out, again. Lol

  • Fay Slimm.

    What a story - it gripped my attention all the way through and the end line surprise made me gasp for more - a veritable sage which would need a sequel you captured the thrill of a good tale and so very well told - - fist class read Dusk and hats off to the choice of image too.

  • L. B. Mek

    'morning dawned like a vanquished beast
    waking from a duel
    across the beach a small gathering
    picked its way through newfound debris
    crushed upon the rocks in the now falling tide
    a small sailing vessel of yesterday'..
    this has many layers from a metaphorical perspective
    could be published as a stand alone poem
    in my humble opinion,
    really liked the pacing to highlight the fun and adventure
    a wonderful short story in that dreamscape universe
    of all-thing's: possibility...
    I laud your poetic ambition in this write
    thanks for reposting Dusk

  • myself and me

    What a dream and an adventure. Waiting for the night to come sooner, so that you may continue your dream.

  • Trenz Pruca

    Wow, great story. I would turn off the alarm and go right back to sleep. Thank you for this wonderful poem.

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good read, Dusk.
    I have been there many times.

  • Dove

    Thanks for researching the adventure! A delightful read!

  • Floreann

    Powerfully written I felt like I was on that ship enjoyed reading your poem..

  • Neville

    Cor blimey .. for the life of me I can not recall seeing/enjoying this epic bit o poetry before despite checking back through your portfolio several times ... apart from the fact the whole thing .. yes the whole bloomin thing is a giant work of art, it is impressive in so many other way too ... the overall naughticalness of it, the general storyline, language, formatting .. the final punch line are simply super and NO I aint kiddin ... N

  • matthew jay

    I loved reading this. How it ended made me laugh. It was not what I expected. I love that.

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