Treasure for Maureen

A midnight ship with silver sails

And hoisted flags with scarlet tails

Is whisked by winds of golden gales

Descending from the skies above.

And though the decks are wet and soaken,

Still the hull is swift and oaken

So the course remains unbroken,

Trailing wakes of turtledoves.

With storm departed, then no sooner

Comes, unseen, a pirate schooner

Neath the nighttime, light and lunar,

Pouncing with a push and shove.

Though hope seems lost, a cyclone saves 

Dispersing foes and other knaves

With frothy foamy fisted waves 

                    Which strike like leaden leather gloves.

Secured, the ship has safely landed

- Left behind, the pirates stranded -

Passers-by are smiling candid,

                    Knowing not the worth thereof.

For hidden in the wooden hold

Is treasure bursting unforetold

- Far more than diamonds, thyme and gold -

                    It brings unbound a brother’s Love.

Reviews

[B]

I can feel so much love in your words and that is so beautiful
a mystery of its own
we create and we are so much within

stunning

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Nisreen!
I'm happy you liked it!!

[Alias]

An amazing and exciting story with a wonderful ending, so beautifully written, the rhyme and form flow beautifully - really REALLY good :D

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Alias! I'm happy you liked it!!

[Jimmy Yetts]

Eloquent, creative, well-rhymed and warm.
A lovely offering, Terry!

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Jimmy... much appreciated!!