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MONTH'S MUSINGS, Silver ~ Odin 14 |
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Jan 17 09, 15:52
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Ornate Oracle
Group: Praetorian
Posts: 9,313
Joined: 27-August 04
From: Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia
Member No.: 78
Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:David Ting
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Month’s Musings ..........I
Gargantuan waves pound pitching ship. We round Cape Horn ahead of summer dawn, decks creaking violently in dimness of a stealthy moon.
The gale hurtles clouds towards a horizon fisted by fierce waves. We peer from homespun balaclavas at implausible ocean swells.
Daybreak rumbles out of steel skies: - Look Mummy! There’s the Albatross, like in The Ancient Mariner! I’d never harm an albatross…
Enrico ‘C’ thrusts through appalling seas, skirts Isle of Estados, veers towards Malvinas as eager gulls grasp spoils in her wake. Docked in Puerto Argentino, false legends ride reality’s wharf.
A shipshape town where slate-roofed cottages confine startling blossoms in glassed porches. Man-made marvel on this farthermost archipelago wearied by remorseless fangs of the Atlantic. Girls dream of Latin men, tango, city lights, of fleeing from their crucified existences nailed to the history of these peaty isles.
Unsheltered universe tousles skimpy vegetation; I still harbour treeless finitude in my eyes and midsummer chill under my skin. Peat bonfires branded my soul with sorrow.
You and I board ship heading towards unruffled northern waters, join in games, parties, homecoming…
.................II
Your merriment peals in my mind’s abject niches this Summer solstice; an undertow of gaiety in loss. I gaze out my window at unresponsive Buenos Aires skyline. Down below, rushing roads know no contrition.
Far-flung idylls are icy prongs impaling my bones, re-birthed in the empty enormity of time.
Focused on faces furrowed by labour, callous sunlight shrouds sidewalks. I learn there are many roads to God, some etched on desolate design.
By Psyche
Note: I have not italized Spanish proper names, since these are correct in our Southern Hemisphere (In the same way that one would not translate 'Porto Alegre' to 'Happy Port', to give an example of a Brazilian port).
Copyright: Sylvia Maclagan, Buenos Aires, Argentina, 13-01-2009.
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