Red Sails

Red Sails Mathilda and Frankenstein, Shelley’s creation Both penned during times of inhibition Monster and maiden are at the fore The maiden had secrets to deplore Now she sits upon the silvery sand while crimson tinges evening cloud With thoughts of paternal loss that infiltrates a grieving mind A father’s love that went beyond to force his tortured soul to flee Jamaican paradise, red sailed sunset that spans the azure sea Where orange groves soak fading solar rays in memory of the slave Who sailed the Atlantic boats, to work the fertile land and early grave Sharp citrus scent that sits upon the passing breeze of long ago To tell the tale of hard long days they sang away their woe Mathilda strokes her fragrant orange sphere that’s perfect like their love Peering into the seas briny depths where lies the glisten from above An orphan whose solace remains within the dying embers of this day Red sails upon the sky line that billow along the freedom way