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by Robin Gamgee » Fri Mar 04, 2011 1:22 pm
Hi, I'm new here but I saw this and thought it might be fun to try and write a hedecasyllabic (eleven-syllable) poem, so here it is:
The Storm of Felleice
The sea- it is big, and wet, and cold, and vast.
The ship’s white sails unfurl before the tall mast.
The crest of a wave brushes the ship’s rudder,
Like a wife welcoming her husband with supper.
Oh! Standing there, with the wind whipping my hair,
To be, on the sea, with the salt in the air.
She proudly bears her name, The Voyager,
There is no other ship in sight, however.
Suddenly, the skies turn dark and sinister.
A fierce rain falls and waves rock The Voyager.
The thick clouds rumble, the bright lighting flashes,
The sea is no longer friendly as it crashes.
The Captain is a daunting man with grizzled hair,
His eye patch and wooden leg make you beware
Of this brave man who steers her through the storm,
But despite it all his heart was true and warm.
The crew is gobbled up by the hungry waves,
The boat begins to break, snapping stave by stave.
“Rocks!” one sailor cried, and the men began to quake,
For surely they were all doomed, the ship was sure to break.
Then lightning struck the tall mast and into the tempest it fell,
Many sailors had given up, some say, on that fateful day as well.
But the Captain had not given up trying,
Below! Below! To the men the Captain cried.
Row men! Row for your lives! Left! Right! Left again!
He steered them through the rocks as he shouted to the men.
But Poseidon must have envied the Captain’s skills,
For he was ruler of the seas, and a black rock milled
Out of the ocean, straight in their pathway,
That was the downfall of the ship Felleice bay.
Now the ocean is quiet, gentle, and calm.
Peaceful as a pastor reading a Psalm.
The sea is satisfied, composed, and at peace.
So let us remember the storm in the bay of Fellice.
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