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Phantom Galleons and Men of War

Updated on March 12, 2017

Roiling Thunderheads


By gg.zaino
...
Hopping from the promontory,
discomfort drives me from my coral roost.
Drifting back across crystal sands- green flies a nuisance,but no matter...

To my right, a coconut husk washed up at waterline;
this great seed searching root.
The timeless cycle of life encouraging.

Unhurried, trapped in thoughts of youth,
when hope was unyielding,pleasure reckless,
an old song recalled, has me smiling- humming the tune.

Roiling thunderheads from the forbidding Atlantic
rushing towards the inter-coastal.
Lips of white cap top the rollers,
an overture building to a crescendo,
vast drama unfolding- nature shifting gears.

Like great black sails of phantom galleons,
billowed clouds sweeping in- salt water turns steel in color
the scent of ozone permeates,
inseminating brine air, now heavy with steam.

My blazing sun a short time ago
runs for cover behind blackness- by 2:11 it is gone.

Leaden skies crack thunder great winds advance like a vengeance.
Volleys of rainfall soak the greenery.

Startled at the rupture- A mighty swing from the hammer of Thor!

Ahhh, the blanket of fury arrives.
Vulcan’s serrated forks- splinter and strike
with an enormous crack, splendidly raising nape hair.

Swaying palms look fragile, but face it down- they endure.
Resembling the legs of an enormous spider, rugged mangrove roots
strike deep- secure in coral sands.

Lost now in the fusillade of cannon fire, that which,
rumbling from decks of battling ships, has me imagining...
My mind's eye sees and hears advancing black ships of war and plunder.
Broadsides of shot and ball- black powder detonations,
increase in volume; intensity.
Spears of white fire, rapid- blinding- caressing my soul like a vicious lover.

The coast, near to far, engulfed by this rapid moving tempest
... How it soothes my nerves, calls to my careless nature.

And so the time is nigh to depart my stimulating surround
and while the sentiment lingers; an unparalleled occasion
for some rigorous penning.
...
©gg.zainoManofWar

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow, a battle royal fought at the seaside. Beautiful imagery.

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      greg g zaino 4 months ago from L'America- Big Pine Key, Florida

      Thanks again, Ruby.

      It was a fun write- A nice departure for me. Just getting back into the swing again here on HP.

      Peace

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