This started from an episode of ‘Last Man Standing’ in which ‘Mike’ tells ‘Vanessa’ she’s been like an anchor to him, which only means there’s two sides to that view; his and hers. But in the end, no anchor can hold someone who doesn’t want to be with you, and vice versa.
10 January 2012
Glades of Summer - ballad
His hands would slide along the hull,
he scraped the remnant sea;
where deepened keels are cast adrift,
there’s nowhere left to be.
The draft of sail, the forging waves
a porpoise pulling dream
he set her loose, hauled anchors up;
into the wind she leaned.
The storms that warned were deftly turned,
the pirate’s flag unfurled;
the brine formed verdigris on deck,
you took what tempests hurl.
no walking planks of shark filled seas
no deadly calm skies of blue;
when tidal waves beneath you passed,
the maelstrom’s eye was you.
a feather in your captain’s hat,
a pistol in your belt;
the cutlass of your mermaid’s skin
a bleed forever felt.
The many ports and hidden shores,
where shallow bays hold time;
beyond, the empty bottle spins,
and gropes for what you’ll find.
So roll on rock, break surf on shore;
there’s wind held nigh to lee––
I’ll never break my bow that way
nor drown upon your sea.
params; a8b6c8b6 with a caesura after each line.
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