“Searching for Adventure”
Joel Robinson Photography
http://joelrobison.com/index.php/
Upon the sea I want to be
Through oceans mild or gales hearty
Wave upon wave beckons to me
Aye, I want to be, upon the sea
But you’re a lass I’m sure they’ll cry
Who gives a damn! be my reply
Within my sight, new ports of call
The variety keeps me in thrall
I’d no stay more than a fortnight
New ports of call, within my sight
My Da knows that its pull is strong
I’d drown on earth without whale song
When back on land I’ll be churlish
I’ll do what I must, then off with a flourish
It’s more than my patience can stand
I’ll be churlish, when back on land
And oh the salty words that I’ll hurl
Should they dare treat me like some girl!
They call my soul, the emerald seas
My heart eases in the breeze
Ship in full kilter, at the control
The emerald seas, they call my soul
The lace and parasol life is not me
A seafarer true that’s what I will be
Oh you nae believe? Just watch the sea
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dVerse invites us to engage in a poetic flight of fancy via the whimsical and imaginative photography of Joel Robinson.
Raivenne-lations 
That pull of the sea.. it can be like a song itself.. but the sea can also it can be a devious mistress
Perhaps she’ll learn such on her own, or perhaps she’ll be a siren and become that devious mistress of the sea herself. Thanks Björn.
I read this out aloud and admired the rhyming cadence in your verses ~ Its a light hearted adventure but the narrator girl has some spunk and courage ~ I specially like this part:
They call my soul, the emerald seas
My heart eases in the breeze
Ship in full kilter, at the control
The emerald seas, they call my soul
Thanks for linking up with D’verse ~
Thank you Grace. It was a wonderful prompt and Joel Robinson’s fantastic photos provided much for my muse to well – muse. But once I saw the above photo, the girl’s story just unfolded itself before me and I had to go with it.
smiles…i think you captured the soul of the sailor…even down to the personality…ha…land can be a foreign place to them…having been gone so long from civilization….
An acquaintance once worked for a cruise line for quite a few years. When he left, he said the first year back on land for such an extended length was the hardest. Thanks Brian.
This reminds me how blessed i am to be BY bay and river..gulf..stream..pond..elated…living here…AND to be the water is to be so free..to be an ocean never ends! a life in free!WHERE may be where WE are ALL meant
to be!simplyFREE!
Oh my, I like your enthusiasm! So you understand the pull of the sea. I’m glad you enjoyed my write. Thank you Katie.
I love the defiance in this. I see courage in the narrator who is who she is and she love the sea. It was delightful to read this.
Sometimes you just know who you are . Thanks Myrna.
love this spirit of wanderlust…
Thank you Sumana!
I like the way you went with the photo and how you rebuked objections in your italicized words. Your poem echoes the wishes of many before you.
Oh how I enjoyed what you did with the picture, Raivenne; and you have really captured the heart of the sailor here! This was a neat poem to read aloud.