Unfinished Poem: ‘1752’

Here is the recent progress of my unfinished poem ‘1752’:

Jibing quick around the moon
And tacking to and fro.
The vessel mounts the cloudy dune,
Trims its sail, and hopes that soon
The sight of land would show.

With the hull beneath his feet
And the sheet-line in his grip
Benjamin guides his battered fleet;
The remnant storms could not defeat:
His brave and cloistered ship

 This is the entire poem so far:

’1752′ 

I will hold you through the night
Through the storm and through the rain
Like Franklin’s dampened kite
Caught suspended high in flight
Far above the flooded plain

Where the clap and thunder merge
And sparks of lightning sail
To filter, cleanse, and purge
With a scattered static surge
And a fierce rebuking gale

Those traversing the expanse
– With their canvas open wide
And their gaff set like a lance,
For a bloody medieval dance –
Determined to abide

Jibing quick around the moon
And tacking to and fro.
The vessel mounts the cloudy dune,
Trims its sail, and hopes that soon
The sight of land would show.

With the hull beneath his feet
And the sheet-line in his grip
Benjamin guides his battered fleet;
The remnant storms could not defeat:
His brave and cloistered ship

© Jeremiah Dowling 2012

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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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