The Demon W***e of Captain Moore

I once heard told
a story so old,
but true as yesterday.
It was about Captain Moore
and his forbidden w***e
the one he drowned in the bay.
They said the year, 
but I've forgotten I fear,
maybe it was around '28.
The sailors were home
with nowhere to roam
and Captain Moore
went looking for a mate.
He found her one night
at a tavern in Kite,
a town not too far from here.
She was a true beauty
devoted to her duty
and she seduced the old buccaneer.
In the depths of her pleasure,
he sang of his treasure;
the secrets of his soul he gave.
She took all he owned
and he lay there and groaned
for he had now become her slave.
He woke in a panic
at the thought of the satanic
woman and what he would reap.
So he grabbed her one night
in a desperate fight
and rowed her out to the deep.
She pleaded to be saved
but he was completely depraved
and he threw her over the side.
He watched as she sank
and he sat and he drank
until he knew she had died.
Then he stood tall and proud
and he boasted out loud
of the demon w***e
he had sent to her death.
But his glory was short
and he was convicted in court.
The hangman took his last breath.

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

I'm thinking that our Captain Moore isn't exactly whiter than white - Im going to go further and say he's probably a pirate (or ex pirate) and thats why he was targeted in the first place by the daemon w***e - so that he could be sent by first class post to Hades where he'd meet up with her again - via his appointment with the noose of course.
So for me, this is a case of poetic justice.
Great imagery and very well told.
The last line is a killer - lol
:)

[James]

Glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha well pirates get what they give i guess! very enjoyable read ..drawn instantly by your title and held by your Captn. Moore and the woman from Kite ..well done .. the rollicking seas and rolling ships can always bring a story ..and i think yours delivers .. nice one ..good read for me!
E.

[V]

A truly entertaining rhyming write. You really delve into rhythm, don't you? I liked the story a lot.

[James]

Here lately I've been in a rhyming mood, but not always. This one just kind of came out. I sat down to write a story about a sea captain who got shipwrecked off the NC coast (where I live) and well, this is what came out. Glad you liked it.

[V]

I did. Thanks for the info.

[Papaya]

That's a great tale! You do well with these story poems.
Nice work.

[James]

Thank you, they're a blast to write. I'm glad you like them.

[Jacob Clifford]

This was very fun to read. You've done a very good job at telling a story in a poem. It seems this pirate's ego got the better of him. If only he had the intelligence to not boast about illegal actions. Now I'm sure many other prison inmates will plunder his booty.

[James]

Thanks Clifford, glad you like this.

[Carolynn]

Oh dear looks like someone boasted a bit too soon :) this was a fun read James - a good pick me up on a dragging Wednesday afternoon ;)

[James]

Thanks, it was for me too when I wrote it.

[barleygirl]

This is a great story in a poem, with a fitting rhythm/rhyme that makes it feel almost like a series of limericks. I never thought about it before, but this message brings home the fact that many felons get caught when they start bragging about their conquests. I've always thought, how dumb is that? But in your story, we get the sensation of being carried away by the situation, as if we're being put into the captain's shoes, so we can better see how this bragging thing happens.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

great story---yes, when we brag about what we have, somehow we end up losing it all in the end...

better to keep silent and just enjoy what little or what lots we have.
you are so good at these, and the rhyme so natural.
j.

[James]

Thanks you Jacob, for that wonderful compliment. I'm glad you enjoyed the story.