Ships, Real and Imaginary
It’s a piece of rock with a wonderful beginning.
A cause for marvelling in a right of its own.
Formed deep in the magma of earth.
Mainly composed of quartz, the colour of light
And feldspar carrying the pink of roses.
In its journey to earth’s crust,
The process of crystallization made it unique.
It came my way while walking a country lane.
Its outline gave me visions of sailing ships.
Ah! The tales and magic of storied vessels recalled!
I honour the memory of Brendan the Navigator
Reputed to have sailed the Atlantic in a frail leather boat
With sails so square and form so fragile.
Columbus whose voyage honoured his Queen,
Many years later he prayed through gales
To save his ships for continents new.
Many barques less honourable stories claim,
Carrying human cargo, to war, to slavery and death.
Justly proving that evil can rub shoulders with good.
Illustrating the choices made by bad men, faithful ones too.
All pictures inspired by a stone from a country lane.
March 12th, 2016