Neptunian Nomads

"Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.” ~ Lord Tennyson (in The Charge of the Light Brigade)

Part 1

The last rays of the lilac sky flushed

In tufts of brunet mare’s tail,

“Hark! My seamen hark!”

It’s time my men to take your oars,

Propel those fluttering sails!”

Gothic depths churned by Plutonian powers,

In multitudes, the troughs and crests escalate

And roused in a labyrinth of thousand waterways,

Do we cower in clammy cabins of the wooden barrel?

“Never captain! Never! ” The sons of Neptune whoop

“We will humble the ocean’s monstrous fray”

Our quaint homes vacant on pristine shores,

Our quest to devour the exotic unknowns

 Masqueraded in the globe’s galactic alleys,

Monsters of Loch Ness, or the deep sea chimeras,

We know no fear, nor cajoled are we

By the siren’s carnal hymns,

From Blackpool to Bali is our maiden’s sojourn,

The hem of her frothy trail chaperoned

By the bluejacket hearts cast in bronze.

Part 2

In silken veils of the after dark

Gleams the withered aurora of faraway minarets,

Mosaic tunes ringing in acrid air

Of mermaid wails and carillon dongs,

The drifting stares at the lands end

And tendrils of surf yank in crestfallen curls

Surmises of lost possessions.

Feathery murmurs of cocooned voice

In spiral motions of cognizance

Rumbles of the lofty days of folklore tales

Braided in granny’s Cornwall cottage

Her sumptuous meals of oyster soups

Tickles my wasted hunger,

Thrusting myself at the outskirts

Of my sailing entourage.

Alas! the vision’s grace is molded

On eroded shoals of England’s vanishing coastline,

I see my clouded clairvoyance

Escape in the Atlantic mirth.

Author's Note

Some days back I was watching Sandra Bullock’s The Blind Side and I remembered Tennyson’s poem from my sixth standard. For greater conquests in life, sacrifices are to be made and a life lived on the edges of travel, adventures and remote voyage is worth the risks that come with it. Few days back I was also having a discussion with my friend Tate Morgan about his traveling experiences :) This is the driving force of the poem. A captain’s word of thrill pushing his men to overcome all the adversities is what the fist part deals with. The Part 2 delves into the deeper crevices of his heart. It talks how wistfully he contemplates about his family. I intended to give it an Arabian Nights feel, but I don’t know how far I have managed to do that. This will be one of the last pieces I will write for a while. Next two months going to keep me busy in meeting my college projects deadlines :(

Reviews

[Shadows of Memories]

whenevr I read your poems it makes me feel like those I have read in books by great poets...u have such a stupendous flair in u wid ur bouquet of good & perfct words selection. It just made me to read ur poem more than once as it made me to sail thru the beauty of its vastness. I by hobby am a traveller and love to travel and do photography a lot...and dis poem is one of the best ones. I am amazed to find so many good works dis week here that it made me feel so upright u c.thanks for sharing.hugs

[Becky C Strukamp]

Fantastic imagery. One can almost feel as though they are right beside you seeing your visions for this. Wonderful!!! I loved it!

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Liquid art flows beautifully through you, dear poet :)

[Moriarty]

Amazing imagery...you transport the reader into another world...brought to life by your words....awesome!!!

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Fantastic imagery, I love it when a poem can turn itself into a book or some kind of story. A journey to another world. Brilliant work.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Did a poetic great from the past take possession of you or what?

[Fairytale]

Beautiful poetry. The flow was good. The imagery was well done. I love the effect of parts 1 and 2. That was a unique and interesting perspective. And the way you wrote about daytime and then night time.

[Chris Yip]

Very well written poem in the tradition of the great poets of the past. Full of mystery and deep thoughts exploring the depths of a sailors heart and mind. Very poetic range of vocabulary almost artistic to say the least. I give top marks for this wonderful poem. Thank you.

[Demi Rose]

a intelligent way u have with words.

[AK]

Beautiful, beautiful language. Anyone would think your a famous Piet by your perfect poetry. Hats off to you, Aaran!

[Tate Morgan]

I thank you for taking any inspiration from my life in writing this.Though I doubt anything about it will ever range in the epic scale.