I’d forgotten about this poetic triptych of sevenlings I’d written back in early June. It has a specific layout that’s not html friendly, hence the image that you can enlarge with a click. The image is from the painting Marine by Salomon van Ruysdael, actual brigantines not pictured anywhere therein. The full text sans image is below. ♥ EAB
Brigantines
The surreptitious games start
when his governess leaves to
fetch lunch. He’s now admiral
of the only vessel to
sail the Seven Seas for the
sheer sake of his capricious
spirit. Adventures await.
Bottlenecks
The old seadog considers
the unbound sails, the damage
left by the cannons’ pulses.
Sulphur stings his nose, and the
artillery’s smoky paths
in air match the wizened lines
‘round his eyes, portending doom.
Bruises
Shilling between forefinger
and thumb, the Queen’s profile is
the deciding factor. Cork
smashed, he drops the coin into
the bottle’s mouth, and shaking,
the brigantine’s sails bow to
his merciless impulses.