24 April 2012
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved
Guessed, pressed, dried, oiled, billeted, ruffled, holed, every nook and cranny filleted.
All eyes aghast of limbs desired, ever so lusted, anticipating, thrusting, measuring and trusted.
Cast off in readiness, new adventures boldly jilted, turning windward, sails full breasted and tilted.
Dirtied bows in tide’s thirst, loaded and busted, sleek, wet and trim above all waves calmly dusted.
Nature’s storms abated, winds blown, gimbals kilted, sweet dreams all minded, sheer and true silted.
Ports yearned, sirens wailed, surf’s salt encrusted, waves parted, clouds torn and lost time finally adjusted.
Home harboured, all soles proven ‘vested, purposeful bounty discharged and readily digested.
Bounty • Opuss № I