The Crows Nest

The Crows Nest – Inspired by (The Bell Rock Lighthouse ~ JMW Turner)

 By Robert Kingston

A seascape reflection for the hardy types,

Spirits of the deep they’re calling, predicting a fight.

Jagged headlands, waves crashing,

White froth, forming, foaming, smashing,

Winds howling, lighthouse flashing,

Eyes burning through sea salt lashing,

Bells sounding, a storm at night,

A melee, the seas raging delight,

It’s natures given right.

Storm escalating, sailors fighting,

Hull rising, boughs breaking,

Sails furling, unfurling, ripping, slapping,

Ropes trailing flailing whipping lashing

Pulleys screeching burning breaking smashing

Clouds storming, winds scowling, thunder bashing

Waves transforming, crashing, heaving forming

Skies of greys, twisting curling

Forks of blue, pointing, zigging, zagging, stretching,

Boat rising, creaking, falling,

Sailors slipping, sliding, gripping

Muscles flexing, ripping, bruising,

Some onboard appealing, scorning,

Hear the captains call, they shout,

Hear the captain call.

Pull the rigging, a command a call,

Drop the mainsail, let her stall,

Cast the jib sail, open glory,

A careful captain, he’s no fool.

Ride the wave, tiller the stern,

Pitch the head into the rise,

With the wind, she’ll pull through

With great courage, all! Remain calm. 
                                                                                  

The storm abating, calmer waters,

Grey clouds dispersing, blue sky forming,

Sun now rising. Bright sky birthing,

Relax and sit, reflect what’s been,

For on dry land it will have been

A sailor’s adventure all at sea.

Copyright Robert Kingston