given a teat huh sorry I laughed out loud at that one,

Another poem with great imagery you have a style all
your own I been telling you that for a long time now lol

Southampton's
proud dames
tread water lightly
to bask in reflected
glory
rightly due

The gleaming glamour
game played by
the seafaring
pilgrims
on their
transatlantic tale

my favourite stanzas

love JC xxx

"Buggery and Rum" Sir Winston Churchill

but then again Cunard was never part of the military flotilla
she just allowed her usage of her transatlantic babes
for troopships

and it was Lizzie who sliced the little destroyer in half
wasnt it!!
the zig when zag went astray

Keep thinking of American Pirates
of Malta..against inevitably the navy
heavily armed and manned by poor
sods sometimes plucked from the
Quays in their cups

Cunard built some nice vessels
though

"teat" cant help but to think
of the maidens they carved
in wooden ship days

Thank You

I can't help thinking of the days when bowsprits were carved with half naked maidens. In wondering why, I thought of many different reasons, but the one answer that appealed to me most, was that I believe that mankind has the inherent knowledge that the ocean and motherhood have a deep connection. Of course the more obivious thing is, given that ocean voyages were such long drawn out affairs, it might be that he just wanted to be reminded of what a beautiful woman looked like. LOL ~ Gee

This is really good! Yes, you do have a style of your own, and it works.

joe

Reading Ellie, you’re constantly assailed by the notion that she is writing down what you have always known, except that you’ve never thought of it before. This is highly unnerving; fortunately, you’re usually too busy smiling like crazy. I can think of no finer poem to have beside me while land masses implode and sea floors explose, while the world ends.