Welcome!
This group is dedicated to the Muses. For if not for their firm and bloody beatings, not a single artist, writer, performer, would be here today. For that; Thank you. (Now to get some ice for that last idea I got...)
Feel free to post up poetry, song, story, etc. (limericks are allowed too.)
If there's ink in your veins or song in your spirit, let it out and join the Order.
We're waiting for you...
Regards,
Scarab Susanti
of T.B.S.Q
It seems that the ink in this group has dried up. Time to pour some more ink on the coals . . .
BlackbeadThe Middle Watch
The loneliest time in the life of a ship:
'Tween the last glimpse of the light of day
And the first rays of the rising sun.
When the stars remind ye how small ye be
And the moon watches yer every move;
Or the night be so black that ye lose yer way
Finding the back of yer hand.
Scanning that horizon of tarry blackness
Even a ship of solid gold would be missed.
But every salt must take a turn
Standing the Middle Watch from time to time.
And it can be a good time for a sailor to think;
Quiet, and steady, and without many surprises
When the water's deep and the map empty.
With no hope of a prize or plunder
The eye can turn inward in search of treasure.
Ye can find yerself in coiling a rope,
Or trimming a sail to a perfect pitch,
Or holding a true course by lamplight
During the alone-est time in a life at sea.
Stephen Sanders
©2008
02:08 PM CST