voices beneath the surface
lost in north atlantic amongst winds
and clouds and the darkest of days
I steal glances from my captain’s log
find glimpses of london calling
ship hands from top to bottom believe
those quiet voices beneath the surface
got under his skin and commanded
his ship to sail in a new direction
countless weeks later we finally landed
the fullest of moons guiding us ashore
my captain safely back in london
his men starving to start a new life
december two thousand fourteen
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This one certainly captures the imagination … but that may be the romantic voices beneath the surface speaking to me. 🙂
Thank you, Dana Renee – so glad you enjoyed this one.
Oh, this was wonderful…it swept me up and away…
So glad you enjoyed this piece, Kim…and thank-you for sharing on google+ ;`)
Treachery as poetry! Doesn’t sound half as brutal this way. Good one.
lol – sometimes I wonder if there really was a mutiny or just a gentleman’s agreement ;`)