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Category Archives: Columbus
Th’ Bend o’ th’ Bow
Tis a battle o‘ th’ jade an’ blue cerulean sea. Tis a battle o’ bone an’ tissue An’ th’ constant struggle tae stay afloat. Tis th’ coming o’ Wormwood An’ th’ sorrows he shall bring. We await Th’ bitter taste … Continue reading
Th’ Scion o’ th’ Deep
Deliver us o’ master o’ th’ deep smite tha’ wicked watery beastly demon take ‘er doon tae tha’ bottomless calderon where th’ evil ones dae dwell Keep thaim safely bound wi’ chains and ankored tae th’ stones o’ perdition far … Continue reading
A Fragile Sleep Outside the Shores of Eden
Wha’ a tundrous soun’ is th’ soun’ o’ breathin’ Wha’ a shower o’ light th’ stars can bring tae th’ deep sleepin luna. Tha’ silen’ wave o’ weariness, Tae heavy tae be called sleep Leaves th’ ashen dreams tae turn … Continue reading
The One World
Aroun’ th’ point an’ beyon’ th’ breaks, mindful o’ th’ corals an’ th’ rips, stay above th’ sandy shoals, th’ weary lads mus’ tack. Intae th’ win’ an’ intae th’ bay, Then drop th’ ankor stone. Find sweet water flowing … Continue reading
The Tempest
Lo an’ weep, for despair has set upon our sails. Th’ deepest shades below th’ wine-red sea Are cast upon our brow. Th’ men of sorrows with their Weathered faces before th’ wind, Beneath th’ clouds blackened by th’ Furies … Continue reading
The Water’s Edge
Th’ tide hast cometh at last and spreads into th’ harbour. Now breech th’ tidal floor an’ Weigheth th’ anch’r stone, Yon caravel hast been ballast’d Maketh free below th’ wat’r line An’ free thee from its sand‘s Kiss th’ … Continue reading
This Day Will Have Its Feast
Whe’ all is meditations above th’ foamy, horizon tae horizon A month o’ days since th’ sight o’ lan’ befo’ th’ mast, an’ taken by th’ whispering wake, beneath th’ stellar glimmerings, o’ beneath th’ lunar orb, an’ below th’ … Continue reading
The Master of Men
She’s afloat, her sails grasping a’ handfuls o’ th’ win’ Her bow splits th’ distant waters like a cauld steely blade. Deep in th’ hold she is a groanin’, groanin’ fer th’ quiet urges of th’ inland waves. The … Continue reading
May 9, 1502
Tis th’ moment, th’ sound o’ th’ anchor risin,’ Th’ smel o’ soil soon tae be but a mem’ry, Th’ winds a fillin’ th’ sheets, an’ th’ great meestery o’ darkness, Nae a star tae follow, Th’ sky indeed covers … Continue reading
The Portage
Ye can smell th’ fresh new season; ‘Tis in th’ air and in th’ moist turned brou. ‘Tis found in th’ wattles and In th’ lapping o’ waves In th’ green hills ‘an’ in th’ Purple lupins that blesses th’ … Continue reading
