Non-Erotic PoetryCape HornerCAPE-HORNER
By JCSTREET © 2004
Tom danced the hornpipe he
slipped hundreds
wharves all and leaving . . . Tom
had a gold
ring in his ear, a
tattoo, a
scar and a song would
turn out boots to lead we
were so far from home it
was all we knew . . . 91
days out the sea
was blue but ninety-three and
thee and me
flounder-bellied
under a spar and a grey-murked
woodcut, beaten
pewter, pieces of
cabins now
our lifeboats only
the soughing rigging
pulling the 'ful from the mourn-whistle
marked the Splash! . . . and . . .
under the oil of a shouldering sea went
seventeen years of laughter
-30- (I’m guessing Bermuda, 1981 or 1982)
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