Thursday, 26 September 2013

a r d e n t * r e t u n s (wolf part twelve)


Sleak lines low against the water
Cutting through the waves by sheer impatient velocity
Rather than waste precious seconds
ascending and descending each feathered crest in safety,
Black Sheep the second
Smuggler and Pirate cutter
(our protagonist’s guilty secret
watch this space
he may have more)
Raced icewards as if the devil drove
Which in a sense, she did.

This ship of iron will and hopeless chance
Cut through the leagues
As does a perfect butcher’s knife
Through the flesh of the formerly alive.

Spend your hiring fee now
The fur clad captain had cried
 
To a flint faced and desperadoed crew,
We may not make port here again.
This lifetime.
No one flinched or fled
Respecting fatal flaws
In others and their fellows
All Conspired in one last act
this final bloody heartfelt pact

Balloon spinnaker in a gale ?
Soon ripped away,
Foretopsails too,
Crew all too crazed
To mourn good Bristol canvas
He’s bloody mad .
They laughed as the Black Sheep
Bucked and tore and spat her scorn
At the mere elements
Who tried to slow her down.
And before the seaweeded sea priest
Cider soaked Cyclops of a ship’s Chaplain
had finished reading them all the book of Genesis,
aloud on deck in midst of storm
in desert prophet madness
(Pointless but utterly au fait)
Ragged sails had dropped, sea anchors had rattled down
And a rowlock creaking rowboat
With one aboard
Headed for
What had been called
In time before
Ardent’s landing
In hearts-cease sound.


Forced march where once had welcomes been
Iced knives instead of soft snow drifts
On and on in barren land
Ardent trudges sees the shifts

Furious at frost felled forests
Rages as no reindeer range
Thinks she’s left, now he’s the poorest
Person in this icy place.

Comes to where she had her dwelling
Thinks suicide may be a plan
But then a wind blown vocal fragment
Catches him and holds his hand

Opens gates, from misuse idle
Walks in as hopeful penitent
His heart’s now contract free, no riders
But pauses by her fear frosted tent

What sounds within, what sounds indeed
Some other servicing her needs ?
Some other lover from the snows ?
Full on despair, and turns and goes

I’ve come so far, crossed half a world
Lets give the dice just one more whirl
And with no one to guard his back
Ardent walks in to attack

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