A War Ship at Anchor…
Away from the Divine thunder’s roar
Moving slowly with waves up and down
Feeling the care and love of Poseidon.
Provoke him not, let him sleep
Undisturbed by the Ocean’s deep
a long time work had made him weak
but will soon be as strong as a Teak.
Challenge him not, for he is at peace
a challenge will make him not at ease
Turn thy back, if thy are to try,
Fear him thy will, for his war cry.
Feeling the sweetness of wave’s lullaby
Sleeping, the War Ship, the ocean’s baby
Dreaming about the nautical miles to cross
and the islands and its treasures to pass.
Remembering the number of men and blood
that he had spilled in the Ocean’s cold
The War Ship shook gently in the sleep
on the cries of the ghosts from the deep
Stop! The men said, for he did not hear.
Enough! They said again, he did not fear
to kill the brave men who stood against him
and to paint his mast with blood of eternal grim.
Retired, the War Ship from the waters of War
fell back to the long voyages that take him far
to find the lands and people of the distant
Retired from the cries he could not withstand
“Sail! thy rest is over”, said the new Captain
wearing a white uniform with a yellow stain
“Sail!”, cried the captain, to the crew’s “aye aye”
to the waves, to the women who cried “Good bye.”
Catching the North Wind on its strong mast,
sailed the majestic War Ship stable and fast,
Stood the Captain caressing his golden binnacle,
looking at the Rising Sun and natures’ Miracle.
Breaking the waking sea waves with its Bower
Sailed the War Ship, believing in its power
aiming at the mid-ocean, passing the Cogs
With a Captain intending to “Slain the Gogs”.
“Faster”, roared the captain, “faster”, repeated
the crew and “faster” thought the ship, retired
once from the famous bloody battles of History
to wake up today to find losing His own Story.
“God and Glory”, said the tall iron flag staff carrying
the Ensign, “Gold and Glory”, said the captain caressing
the Crocket which sealed the emblem of the Queen
who stopped the “Armada Invincible” and out seen
“No more Blood” said the War Ship, turning its Cringle
“Thy will fight” said the Captain hurrying to mingle
with the crew to convince them to fight and find
the distant lands and conquer the gold and Mind.
Days passed and so nights, sailed the War Ship
with Men sweating the blood out, men with whip
forcing the Men in rags to sail more Fast
to claim more speed and forget the Past.
“Father”, cried the War Ship, to the God of Ocean,
“Thy son die here”, cried him aloud to the Olympian
“Take back thy son to thine”, plead him with agony,
his prayers mingling with the mermaids’ euphony.
Raged the Mediterranean with a perfect Storm
attaining the divine hands of Poseidon in its form
Embraced the War Ship in to its wide heart
the ship sailed, Captain and crew thrown apart.
The Ocean glittered with sunlight after the Tempest
With no sign of the Great War Ship under the behest
of the Captain and his precious Crew, set out for Gold
God and Glory, in this post-tempestuous cold.
“Father”, cried the Ship, its mast piercing the Bluish
Underwater, sailing past Mermaids and Angelfish
Guiding him to the palace made of Corals and Pearls
were Sea Horses guard and Jelly fishes swirls
“Welcome Son” said Poseidon, raising his divine Trident
“To your Father, my Brave Son”, said the calm ardent
Godly voice, touching the Mast of the War Ship, bruised
with the curses of the Captain and Crew who drowned.
“This is thy Home. Rest here till the end of Time”, said
the God, “Save the innocent from the tempests and raid
Of Pirates”. “Father”, bowed the War Ship with loyalty
and released the Anchor to the coral floor in fealty.
A War Ship at Anchor…
Away from the Divine thunder’s roar…..
P.S: A friend of mine happened to intrude into my privacy when I was considering the deletion of this poem. He is a former-literature student who claims to have performed the greatest of Shakespearean characters. He took a look at this poem and asked me what it was. I replied by saying that I was simply going through the poems of Coleridge. He sat down and read the poem and claimed that he had read it earlier as it was part of his syllabus. I was elated as well as shocked.