Down in The Hold
The sponge
she wielded so well,
was full
of some other fools
sweat,
long before she
had a chance to wipe
his brow
with it, both cool
and it wet ..
But it was the least
she could do
under such difficult
circumstances ..
Given the promises
he made
and those that she
had kept ..
It was just one of
so many
unfortunate things
we all guessed ..
But nevertheless,
it was both
noted and welcome ..
Yet despite that
single act of kindness
he died the very
next day ..
Somewhere down
in the hold
up to his neck in
the dead
and the wounded
and likewise those
dying ..
If you so wish
ma’am, you may yet
find him
stowed somewhere,
deep down in the hold ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: much the same as a dog is not just for Christmas .. these words are not just for old sailors .. so heave ho' me hearty's
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Comments5
Was he Black Beard the Pirate, for they slashed his head off and shot him silly. Just kidding. Great Tale thy weaves. Of kindness, and doom. My heart doth sigh!💗❤💓👍
tis but make believe, a dreadful salty fairy-tale of days of yore .. filled with blood n gore .. so stay yon sighing heart dear lass or this old boy will cry .. ❤️🤍💛💜👍
Hemingwayesque in its quality and tone, and I mean it as a compliment-thanks as always for the treat
even if you are kidding me dear P I would consider it a compliment .. thank you so bloomin much ,, Neville
"a single act of kindness" is welcome at any stage, and if it gives some comfort, then perhaps some peace of mind. Beautifully written, your sailor's lament!
much appreciated .. thank you Bella & truly .. Neville
!Brilliant!
(I read and learn)
I am near overcome with gratitude Mek thank you brother and then some .. Neville
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