I’m your Captain
Everyone notices the stars
when they’re drunk from excess work
and cheap rum
At midnight the lights
disappeared and the parrots
were barely audible
Under cover wicked winds
slowly rushed in
made worse by the waxing gibbous
stretching and reaching and
slapping the crew back to life
Come high noon the ship idled choppingly
off-course but no longer taking in water
Angry and hungry a few well-chosen men
hunt down the black cat
spooked and in hiding with her Captain
feeling sick and anything but mighty
june two thousand fifteen
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A slightly different ending from the Emerson Lake and Palmer “Pirates”. More satisfying, in some ways. Just desserts and all that. Except for the cat 🙂
Thank you, Archie, glad you enjoyed this one.
Fabulous! I just love “under cover wicked winds
slowly rushed in”
Thank you, Melanie – that phrase took shape in quite a few different ways….