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
Copyright © Rose Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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