Merchant ShipA Poem by Terry O'LearyA swallow swoops for flitting flies While Johnny rubs exhausted eyes (As morning clasps the rising sun) Confirming Captain’s day’s begun: Slow streams emerge from melting snows - The Merchant Ship’s in stark repose... As Johnny frets with tingling tongue A Vulture fleeces fields far-flung (Beneath a bleeding sun above), And Captain culls the dead with love: Yes, while the silent water flows, The Merchant Ship just gulps and grows... A serpent weaves amongst the weeds As Johnny dares audacious deeds (When evening drains the dying day) To stop the Captain, come what may: And while the raging rivers grow The Merchant Ship rocks to and fro... An owl, a’ branch, has teacup eyes That glimmer dark as Johnny dies (Now sown inside the future’s womb) When flushing Captain to his doom: Trapped in titanic undertow The Merchant Ship’s swept down below... A fledgling bird sprays morning dew As Johnny Junior’s born anew (He’s baptised in the dawn ablaze) To rectify the former days: Raw rills arise from melting snow And virgin rivers start to flow...
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3 Reviews Added on November 2, 2015 Last Updated on November 4, 2017 AuthorTerry O'LearyFranceAbouta physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..Writing
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