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'Splice the mainbrace' - a poem for Talk Like a Pirate Day
Hi People of Goodreads.
I've never used my blog on this site before, but it's Talk Like a Pirate Day, and I'm working on a book of pirate poems (very much for adults), Decked in Jackstays, which will be published by Pankhearst sometime in 2016.
So I decided to share around an unpublished poem from that collection, 'Splice the mainbrace' (which is 18th century - or thereabouts - nautical slang, calling for drinks to be poured), in celebration of the day. Drink up, me hearties, yo ho...
Splice the mainbrace
Raise a glass, boys
to your shipmate:
lashed and flayed by
the old captain (who laughed
as he rubbed
cayenne in the wounds),
killed by infection –
and drink, to the captain
himself, a problem solved
with all hands on deck.
Raise a glass to the creak
of time that decides
how long you wait
until you see them both again.
Raise a glass to the sloop
whose sails burnt down
the wind to ash the waves
but left us with plenty
of barrels.
Drink, raise a glass, boys
there’s time yet
for making the merry most
before we join them.
© Kate Garrett 2015
I've never used my blog on this site before, but it's Talk Like a Pirate Day, and I'm working on a book of pirate poems (very much for adults), Decked in Jackstays, which will be published by Pankhearst sometime in 2016.
So I decided to share around an unpublished poem from that collection, 'Splice the mainbrace' (which is 18th century - or thereabouts - nautical slang, calling for drinks to be poured), in celebration of the day. Drink up, me hearties, yo ho...
Splice the mainbrace
Raise a glass, boys
to your shipmate:
lashed and flayed by
the old captain (who laughed
as he rubbed
cayenne in the wounds),
killed by infection –
and drink, to the captain
himself, a problem solved
with all hands on deck.
Raise a glass to the creak
of time that decides
how long you wait
until you see them both again.
Raise a glass to the sloop
whose sails burnt down
the wind to ash the waves
but left us with plenty
of barrels.
Drink, raise a glass, boys
there’s time yet
for making the merry most
before we join them.
© Kate Garrett 2015
