Steer Well Clear of Dorset Buoys
Steer well clear
of Dorset
buoys, there be
grave danger
so tis said,
always lurking
somewhere there ..
Maintain
wide berths sirs
and do take care,
plus big
precautions too ..
For you have
now been much
and strong
advised, to steer
well clear
and at all costs
of Dorset lasses,
lobster pots,
and them bad
old Dorset buoys ..
Indeed, the gulls
about yon
heads and flaxen
sails do cry ..
Be most afeared
of Bridport lads
and just as much
of West Bay too ..
If you do know
precisely, what is
good for all
brave young souls
and just as much,
be fearful for
your sorry crew ..
For she, the siren
has tis said,
one god almighty
appetite
and needs be fed,
she’s more
hungry than a flock
of whales n true ..
But for just
one moment lads,
forget foulest
weather
windy, warnings
and all that jazz ..
Just stay alert
and wary be tho ..
Far more so,
on such windless,
gert lush, sunny
days as these ..
Aye lads,
steer well clear
of Dorset buoys ..
Said siren’s
out to get you ..
Whether or not
you be fisherman
or priest ..
A boatbuilder,
soldier, baker
or some other
well-seasoned
salty sailor ..
Pray don’t you
never forget this
well intentioned
saline, final warning ..
- Author: Neville ( Offline)
- Published: August 20th, 2023 00:59
- Comment from author about the poem: for anyone out there who doesn't already know but may be interested, Dorset is a small county in England much of it on the coast known for its beauty but also rough seas .. tis also steeped in folklore .. The sirens of Greek mythology are said to call to sailors and fishermen who are compelled to find the source of their song and are lured onto rocks and their doom .. a buoy is a floating marker out at sea that marks a spot .. often a dangerous spot, or where crab and lobster pots have been set - gert lush is a west country colloquial term that means lovely or very goodš¤
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Comments8
I always look forward to your titles! You again, did not disappoint. Thank you for the explanation in the comment section. And by the way, you'll never (never say never but...) find me out at sea. Not my thing...so I will steer well clear! BUT, I do love Homer's Odyssey! Yes, the sirens lured sailors to their death...but still...beautiful. š
.. although I live right next to it .. I am not the best sailor .. in fact, I'm far from it .. š
This has inspired me to say - crabs and lobster pots - and trouts, old ones, that is?! lol.
Answer: Yes. KP goes there on her hols.
thank you orchidee
My comments on the poem "Steer well clear of Dorset buoysā by Neville
In yon stretching resort land, one must never trust those buoys and even less those lasses. As for the lads, ātis not just Bridport and West Bay. Nothing and nobody be as they appear; neāer trust yon fake smile. The gulls be giving out warning signs that one must heed. They have seen a lot but they can only talk gull language. āTis for us to decipher. Thou must, indeed, neāer relax vigilance and always remember whatās for thy own good. Sirens and pirates have got to be fed and they feed on the unsuspecting. They be hungry like whales, crafty as foxes and slippery like snakes. āBe most afearādā indeed. Thou be right : foul weather be nothing. Look for the real dangers and āstay alert.ā Stay clear of them lads, lasses and buoys, for they have a myriad tricks up their sleeves. Buoys are meant to warn : but, buoys might deceiveā¦ Some buoys can save thee : some can sink theeā¦ Soman Ragavan. 20 August, 2023. //
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..................... WOW ............. Neville
Hi N - love this one and so good to see you are still posting.
Hello Michael thank you kindly sir and good to see you too my friend .. Neville
A bit of trivia: Isolated danger markers on the waters, are two black balls on a black bouy.
.............................................. how very interesting
Makes it easy to remember!
Would it be dramatic to say that I am in love with the way you use the English language?
I would be delighted, bless you Kinsey
You set the tone of this poem beautifully in the voice of the salty old sailor, and his warings. A tale to delight, told around the campfire. Loved it!
thank you so much my friend .. campfires it is then .. Neville
Fine words Neville, those tales of the English seaside towns can be wonderful and scary.
Andy
I was almost too frightened to post this one .. Ta GF60 š
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