I set sail last early eve
Over the bounding main
And the sea was a sea of sleeping grass
Seen from my windowpane
At the kitchen window over the sink
With its one hundred eighty view
I took the wheel with a firm grip
And sailed over the grass of blue
We piloted through the piney masts
Of other ships in sight
And narrowly avoid rocks
That threatened our peaceful flight
The night moon hung over Madagascar
The sea swelled to take us there
We soared around horns and deadly ice
And through the Pacific air
Must we come back the ship and I
To the land of kitchen sinks
Must we come back to reality
Where I've only a tenuous link
- Author: Lorna ( Offline)
- Published: February 22nd, 2018 06:41
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments5
Aww, and then it was all over. Too soon?! Good write L.
Thanks orchidee....... too soon.............
That's a very good poem! Great imagination. Love the rhymes.
Thanks for your nice comment!
Great write Lorna - the worst part of travel is always returning to reality.
Very good write, I was sailing with you.
This is a fantastic poem Lorna. Felt like I was on that ship with you.
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