When Last Seen She Was Holding on Tightly

Neville

When Last Seen She Was Holding on Tightly

 

When last seen, she was clutching

a long thin

strip of navy blue velvet and near

bent double,

somewhere near to the grasp of

her middle ..

And in so doing she thus, allowed

the hem

of her slip, to go on public display ..

Oh’ come

and sail with us, the sailors did sing ..

Yes come, see how

she swings like a brassed pendulum

sways ..

When last she was seen, she was seen

holding a

bottle green velvet, measure of satin ..

Fit for a lady,

or queen even, so fine a piece of cloth

it then was ..

Yet still, she was creased close to the

weave of her middle ..

And in so being, allowed the hem

of her fine

cotton camisole to splay far too near

a torn seam,

somewhere down near the midline ..

And all of them

sailors did roar, come and play with us ..

This gall

she can pitch, like a galleon might pitch

in a raging

south westerly squall and when last she

was seen,

she was holding a new babe in both arms

all wrapped in a

dirty, cream coloured, silk shawl and both

appeared to be starving ..

And still the sailors did sing, come and play

with us lass,

we shall make it alright, come the morning ..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 20th, 2023 00:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: although maybe a tad naughtyical .. I hope you enjoy the sea spray and the salt .. so heave away me hearties ..
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Oo arr Jim, she be knowing what t'is all about - look, the evidence be in her arrrms...
    If she goes with 'em she won't have much use for her attire...could I have it ? (You never know your luck in a big city come Saturday night....)
    Definitely smelt the salt and fresh breeze there, Neville.

    • Neville



      Thanks Dave .. much appreciated sir .. Neville

    • Teddy.15

      Some how I'm visioning New York Sounds like fleet week, when the sailors come home to visit. ❀️

      • Neville



        Yo ho ho & a bottle of asti spumenti ❀️

      • Goldfinch60

        Heave away indeed Neville.

        "Show a leg!"

        Andy

        • Neville



          Ooh' err Matron ................ πŸ˜Žβš“πŸ‘

        • orchidee

          Ahh, so you've met KP, and she told you one of her adventures. lol.

          • Neville



            a gentleman neva tells ..

          • Neville


            Thank you Max and without wishing to repeat my self, the answer is yes .. 😎🍷cheers πŸ‘

          • L. B. Mek

            reality is vulture's feast
            while the brave fight to survive
            decorated in camouflages
            seeking a small space in life
            where malice
            wasn't trying
            to barge down the door, again
            eyes that rape
            every time a breeze lifts
            the velvet helm of armour,
            our heroine's labour beneath...
            (your words always sink deep
            within that empathetic sea of tragedy
            that is humanity)
            I bow to your superior HEART
            dear Poet supreme!

            • Neville



              its mid afternoon and my mornings just finished .. but you just made my day brother Mek .. N



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