The Bounty's Fate
Oh how it must have been to watch the ship
as bright flames licked the sky in Pitcairn bay,
before the Bounty's mighty hull would slip
with dear home England half a world away.
Along with dreams and hopes, regrets were drowned
- a cheer, a tear, for bittersweet release,
yet paradise is not so simply found
nor climates where the sins of conscience cease.
Two centuries had passed and dreams of yore
were carefully detailed in spar and mast;
Her Majesty's lost pride would sail once more
- the Bounty's tropic grave was not her last.
Its perfect likeness slipped and down the stairs,
the model broke apart beyond repair.
written - 1/27/19 for Movie Magic Contest
for Sponsor Gregory Barden
Subject Mutiny on the Bounty - Fletcher Christian and crew
Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2019