OTI:four poems and notes:5/17/16

Open To Interpretation

Destination

Destination?
Ask the Ravens
In the neon rigging
That keep us scrubbing.
Each has the same answer,
Ours too.

Her Black Ship

The black light running lanterns
Shine across the polished black deck,
Down the black hull
On the phosphorescent sea,
The mast, aglow with corposant,
The neon sail taught with wind
From the arctic dark winter,
Rolling clouds
Thundering with lightning webbing,
Ebony dolphins
Chase the crimson prow wakes,
The denizens of the benthic
Salute the passage of her keel.

Caution

Will we fall out of favor?
Each watch with cautioned steps
Patrols the black ice slick deck
Rolling side to side
On cold oblivion.

Siblings

Did I tell you
It is a mixed crew,
Siblings of sorts?

DolphinWords

Notes: I'm working on the 'crew', so Siblings is a fragment...I looked up 'sibling', and came across Twin Speak...apparently very young twins talk to one another with an invented language unique to just them...invented, singular languages have a name: Idioglossia...that's, that's just charming...now I understand why no one understands me!...bit jealous of Keats' dragon tail rudder, hence Her Black Ship...

a re-quote
(Though you should build a bark of dead men's bones,
And rear a phantom gibbet for a mast,
Stitch creeds together for a sail, with groans
To fill it out, blood-stained and aghast;
Although your rudder be a dragon's tail
Long sever'd, yet still hard with agony,
Your cordage large uprootings from the skull
Of bald Medusa, certes you would fail
To find the Melancholy — whether she
Dreameth in any isle of Lethe dull.
)
Keats
unquote

:)

DavidDavid