ghost ship

Ghost Ship

Each night

I drop my head

To the pillow to sleep

My mind slumbers

Its poetic genius rests

But

My heart stays awake

Like a lone Naval sentry

In the dark night

Guarding a Fort Anchorage

His orders, "Let no ship pass."

His eyes are fixed

Look over the ramparts

To the sea

He searches the horizon

Diligent, he never sleeps

The stars and shining

Crescent moon

Illuminate the ripples

Of massive waves pounding the rocky shore

He knows she's coming

As each night before

It's too frightening a vision

First he hears

The sharp bow smashing the waves

Ship's keel cuts the watery foam

And the phantom vessl

Makes head-way, makes head-way

Fear grips him

But his post he stands

And he faces the sea

With only a musket

In his hands

First he sees

Break the horizon quick

Five large white square sails

Rigged to foremast and then

Comes into view

White canvas sheets, so many

Reefed to yards hanging upon

Main and mizzen raked masts

All sails wind-swelled and firm
Taut to Ship's running rigging
Like a young maiden's bosom
Filling her bra, two sizes too small

His eyes attracted to the ship's physique
Like a lady's laced corset

Giving feminine erotic silouette

To her breasts, waist n' pelvis

Draped from the mizzen-mast

Graceful folds of a flying banner

Red, white, red bands

Maple leaf centered Colors

l' Unfolié

In the sentries next heart-beat

The Clipper Ship

Is upon him

Frozen in fear
He hadn't time

To sound the alarm

The ghostly ship

Draws near, draws near

Her mahogany wood deck shines

Black ebony trims her gunwales

Magnifying her elegant sheer line

All her sails glow

Whiter than new fallen snow

Sea-worthy and graceful upon the water

Is her long svelte hull

Like muscular legs

Of a ballerina upon her toes

Her stern is

Sturdy n' well built

Like the buttocks

Of a dancing show gerl

The last that

He sees in this

Ship Apparition

She passes into harbor

Beneath the bowsprit
Carved in mineral gold
The head, face, hair
Voluptuous breasts
Of a woman so beautiful
No poet's words could constrain

Her shrill voice is like
A kinswoman of Satan
The figure-head looks into his eyes

She screams the
Naval Sentry's name

Her words curse

"Damn you.  Damn you."
"Go away.  Go away."
"I'll  not have you stay."

My mind awakens
From its sleep
Unconcerned about
The Heart's epic woe

The day is like
Any other day
Sun-rise --- Sun-set

I drop my head
To the pillow to sleep

finis

Photography

Photo Credit Copyright © Dax McKenzie

Poem

Poet laureate

Copyright © ralph Marie de largo

15 February 2013

@ProLifePoet

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