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Down to the Boats (On Equal Footing)


And so you went down to the boats
great iron things on clouds they float,
your oars were but a journey from
unmoving Jack’s required coats

Scull and glide, you beat the drum
millennial taskers dressed for numb,
a royale spot awaits you now
so hoist the silk, the quest begun

Alas! Upon these rocks, your scow
digs up the jams you left behind;
you leap across six rocks – somehow
a mouse with ears your sacred cow!

And you, the mate, who followed fast
sans boots, beret, with verses clasp
into the Center of this World
armed with a blend, you set the mast

Into the glass the wine is swirled
and portraits of each boy and girl
pass hand to hand, and erudite
the tales and laughter are unfurled

So round this fire too cold to light
your kindled stories tell the fight
of love and loss and love regained
a rival of that great Twelfth Night

Lighthearted dawn will rise unchained
where all the lines are unconstrained
all boneyard thoughts are loudly heard
with tears and mirth are all sustained

Now shiver the timbers and the birds
spill out the wine, spill out the words
(but pie is seldom on the floor)
harassed and beaten, word for word

Too soon, too soon, there looms the door
while art demands a steep rapport
the upshot now – no going back
‘Repeat this passage!’ all implore.

© Jilly’s All Rights Reserved

A journey in the form of a Rubaiyat for dVerse’s month-long form challenge, hosted by Frank Hubeny. I have been reading Cantos by Ezra Pound, hence that opening line. A journey not meant to be understood, simply enjoyed for the sound and feel. 🙂

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32 thoughts on “Down to the Boats (On Equal Footing)

  1. “Into the glass the wine is swirled / and portraits of each boy and girl / pass hand to hand, and erudite / the tales and laughter are unfurled
    “So round this fire too cold to light / your kindled stories tell the fight / of love and loss and love regained / a rival of that great Twelfth Night”

    Beyond the meaning is the feeling…! Damn the definitions! These words are defining of emotion, of laughter and shared tales… the adventures of the “‘splachna, which we translate as “compassion” (with suffering). And what the word referred to was the viscera – the heart, lungs, and bowels.'” All truly memorable poetry (such as this Rubyiat) should and is filled with laughter, (implied wine… or preferred spirit[s]), and splachna.

    And I agree with Randall… zounds what Pounds!

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  2. “sans boots, beret, with verses clasp”
    “Into the glass the wine is swirled”
    “Now shiver the timber and the birds”
    “Too soon, too soon, there looms the door”

    Jilly – a bit nautical – oh yes – but just wonderful sounding lines…
    And looking lines as in all the double o’s in the last line I’ve copied…six sets of them in that one line. I really enjoyed this. You took me on a journey with the sounds and rhythms in this poem.

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  3. This makes me want to dance a little jig of joy…..even if I don’t completely know why. A beautiful, joyful cadence and you’ve obviously mastered the form. I may have to try the 8 count.

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  4. You rocked the form; nine stanzas, wow. The sensual ride is sublime, and the nautical terms work well. I agree that it makes little sense, but is very rife with all the senses; as you indicated. Reading it aloud heightens the feel of it.

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