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The Neptunes Daughter

Fifty fathoms ’neath the sea aboard the ‘Neptune’s Daughter’ The captain guards her secret in three hundred feet of water For twenty years he floundered in a cell; Twas dank and cold They let him out, he set about stealing ships and gold The captain’s bones now walk the deck, three hundred years gone by He never took a lifeboat and he’s never wondered why A pirate in his lifetime of debauchery and pleasure A pirate till the end when he went downwards with his treasure The air was warm, there came a storm which livened up the swell And all the crew were fearful of a sunken trip to hell The captain had no fear of death or being food for fish And so he called the mate and told him of his final wish The captain had a little dog he always took to sea The dog was taken by that ancient ancestor of me He took the dog, the captain’s log and eventually The captain’s log without the dog has found its way to me My dad was in the navy, and my Grandpa before he And all my grandpas going back two hundred years or three But there’s an awful truth that scares the daylights out of me The ocean wild took all the sailors in my family Now, the captain’s log said, “There be gold a plenty in the hold.” And many of my forbears went on missions that were bold But the waves above the ‘Neptune’s Daughter’ took away their breath And dragged their mortal souls down to a cold and murky death But tales of old that mention gold, do things inside your head And make a person reckless as he seeks the ocean bed But as I’ve not been navy trained, I’m not a brainwashed man And so I set about concocting my own master plan The upturned bucket on my head is there so I can breathe And this bit is the bit I know you ain’t gonna believe In faith and hope I trust this rope will do as it is told And take me safely to the hold I know is full of gold I guess this won’t surprise you, but my plan was full of holes I’m sitting on a shipwreck like a thousand mortal souls The captain of the ‘Neptune’s Daughter’ deep beneath the seas Said, “You shall dwell forever here to act upon my pleas.” He said, “I prayed the fates would bring your carcass here to me, The blood inside your veins gives you responsibility.” Well, how was I supposed to know that I happened to be Descended from the man who threw his dog into the sea? He said, “You’ll scour the seven seas to find my dog for me.” And then he introduced a crew of my own ancestry So now I ‘sail’ the oceans with my ancient family Aboard the ‘Neptune’s Daughter’ at the bottom of the sea

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Date: 7/11/2023 12:50:00 PM
this wonderful tale cries out to be read aloud, terry! the rhythm just pulls you along in a most delightful way and the rhyme is, as in all your poems, pure perfection! i very much enjoyed...
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Terry Flood
Date: 7/11/2023 2:43:00 PM
Thanks, Ilene. I actually wrote this as a sea shanty type thing. Unfortunately, like many song lyrics, the rhythm and flow doesn’t always work when spoken rather than sung, so I tried to modify for the ‘speaking’ voice. As I mentioned to Lin, below, I’m mid rewrite to avoid the notion that it is bawdy, but as I loathe to remove a poem once people have been good enough to comment, I may put/leave both version up. So if you get a sudden feeling of dejavu (?) you're not going bonkers. Glad you enjoyed version one ;-) Terry
Date: 7/11/2023 6:04:00 AM
An eerie fathomless tale, Terry. Many people look at the length of a poem before getting involved in the reading of it, but if one is created with the skill of a good storyteller, they are missing out on excellent poetry. Terry, you are a raconteur of great skill, and I liken you to Tom Cunningham. You both are talented tellers of entertaining tales.
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Date: 7/11/2023 6:09:00 AM
Hi, Lin, thanks for taking the time to read this. I’m just contemplating a modest re-write and title change, as I’m wondering if readers have assumed it would be bawdy (from the title). Mind you, I’m thinking of calling the ship ‘The Master Of The Wind’… which could raise other imaginings.

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