Fire when ready!

What seas of lust
will wash you down
for via the crow’s nest
she comes?
So set sail tonight,
enjoy her pleasures,
a passage of play
under moonlight glow,
and carry the flag high.
But be gentle
in her docks,
it’s anchors away,
and a gun salute.
It’s all for her,
fire when ready
or walk the plank.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem dusts off that old romantic depiction of pirates as fun scoundrels. If only life could be rewound to that point, when your metaphor was about as bad as scoundrels could get (((HUGS)))

[andrew mitchell]

Haha thanks Margie

[Einstein Noodle]

anchors away indeed! brings out the lusty old Pirate in me ... belay the running rigging and hold fast the mains'l ... the seas are a fickle thing .. safe harbor is the town i truly want ;) fun bawdy bit of a read says i! avast ye scurvy dog! :))
E.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks wascal wabbit. That's all folks. Scurvy dog eh! That will be 12 floggins and no rum for you.🤣

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha ... i have to add .. i don't even want to know what "walk(ing) the plank" means ...

[Chris Shaw]

Fun nautical metaphor here. Made me smile. Have a great day Andrew.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

LOL you too Chris, just some crazy fun.

[Chris Shaw]

Crazy brightens up a dull day :) Be well Andrew.