Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

A Poem abut a Picture. (Ulysses deriding Polyphemus – Homer’s Oddysey (1829)) BY William Turner

And we go back to the wine dark sea.

Carried by these little ghosts beneath the Hull,

A mist of memories that heard our plea.

 

We, the last boat of lost men –

pieces of a muddy past.

Look back on to an embery hell

as Apollo’s horses dance us fast

 

Away along the skyline.

Pulling carts of warm sunlight.

His gift of cover, a veil of dark.

As our sea-worn hearts again can fight.

 

A little wind, a little push

A God’s breath against a blind man’s screams.

White sails are a secret surrender to our fate —

As six more ships are carried to a land of dreams.

 

The sun will bury them in gold,

And wrap them in an emrald ocean.

Scylla’s jaws will make a tight-shut grave.

While our leaders Pride will be our death-marked potion.

 

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