Surrender’s prissy white flag
doesn’t fly on my mast, nor is it
mentioned, even conjecturally.
Sharp swords sheath in stone.
Tongue’s metallic flesh
dripping red, rest at battles lull.
Retreating? Ha. Its strategy,
red colors still fly above head,
bright and proud, even in a dinghy named Desire.
I’ll be back for my ship,
no magistrate will have me half it;
mutineers never prosper properly.
Love! You know not the meaning,
or the blisters of toil,
nor bruises on brains from beatings unbearable.
I’m going to be somebody.
I sent you red roses,
you send me packing, heart pricked,
with a red flag flapping in foul wet wind.
It is a dreary night, deported off my own plank,
but the sun will whistle on the morning
when my ship is mine again.
And you,
ha, you’re stowage I could take or leave,
but you can sail with me still as mate.
But you didn’t have to toss my roses out to sea.
I see them floating,
red on blackened swells, mocking and laughing
I’ll tattoo your name on my liver tonight, ha,
but I’ll be back,
and we’ll sail again, you’ll see, you’ll see, indeed.
Stella!
Ha! Just loved these two lines:
red colors still fly above head,
bright and proud, even in a dinghy named Desire..
Such passion, wrapped in self-deprecation. What a blast!
beautiful sentiments.
love your magpie..
🙂
there is always hope, or there is nothing.
nice images drawn with your words.
rel
This is good…really good…and fabulous title, too. Maybe you should have sent yellow roses?
ps…love the Streetcar references…
Henry, I liked this on many levels. Reference to Street car is great. I could hear the name Stella being said with a questioned determination.
I’ll tattoo your name on my liver tonight, ha,
I loved this line, with the ha at the end! Just Great!
Excellent write, although, that tattoo is gonna hurt.
but the sun will whistle on the morning…
love this line and other also actually.. great poem… 🙂
This is EPIC!!!
Hm … LOTS of emotions her. It was also a lovely photographic journey.
White flags are kinda prissy, aren’t they? Wish I’d thought of that. A great take on the prompt.
wow henry…really like the allusion to the ship and its captain…some great touches…the roses on the black swells make for a great visual…red flag in the storm…he’s got a touch of madness in him…i imagine he will be back…
Desire is a hard taskmaster! Great Magpie, this one!
Henry!
The passion sears! The nautical references and the inclement weather pull the reader into the emotional storm. Well done.
Excellent stuff!
Anna :o]
This was simply gripping to me. “…tattoo your name on my liver tonight…” Just loved this line and the aftermath of pain it suggests. Great piece!
Rick
Beautiful language here.
This was unsettling for me, but in a really enjoyable kind of way. So well-crafted, this Magpie.
Most unprissy! Yet most enjoyable.
“I’ll tattoo your name on my liver tonight, ha,”
Cheers to that thought, eh? 🙂
Very accomplished. But in line 2, do you mean “nor is it mentioned.” The start of the line is negative.