The Good Ship Benevolent
Fomenting a fervor and stirring the bones
Ensnaring the sirens with songs from his lips
In voice of contralto or bass baritone
The dashing corsair in splendiferous ship.
A weathered and feathered, half woman half bird
Chimera admired his masterly spark
And breadth of his vision the first time she heard
The quick-witted salt in his broad-bottomed barque.
So lashing her limbs to the limb of a tree
To steady herself from the force of his throat
She listened with mixture of shock, awe and glee
To talented tar in his seaworthy boat.
Then plucking a shellfish she flew to a tor
And wielding a talon, proceeded to shuck it
One beady red eye on his exploits galore
The bold buccaneer in his barnacled bucket.
poem by Diane Hine
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