Thursday, September 26, 2019

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 289 (A)

MISTRESS OR WIFE, JIM LAD ?
The girl on the griffin's back
through the dark sky went soar.
Below her, on a long dirt track,
winding his way to a sandy shore,
journeyed the boy hard to keep,
the lover of the lashing-waves.
The boy whose mistress was the deep.
The boy who'd make the sea his grave.
No spell of hers could hold him,
and beauty was her greatest spell.
No spell was to hold young Jim
who'd made a wish by a wishing-well
when still in the village school.
He'd wished to sail the high-seas,
be under Mistress Ocean's rule.
Under a witch-queen's thumb he'd be
were he to stay put at her side,
and so Jim journeyed the long track,
the sea his mistress, not his bride
the girl on the griffin's back.

A PERMITTED PRECOGNITION
"The future I foresee
when the spirits permit,
though not my own future,"
said the ageing hermit.

"No not my own future,
but I see what's in store
when the spirits permit,
and open wide the door

or open my mind's eye
to what may well be.
Many men just so blind.
Some see, some foresee."

A FLY-FOLK TO VERY FAR
FROM HERE INVADERS
A fear of flying-saucers ?
Of beings part-man part-octopus ?
Fly-swatters in their tentacles
here to bash the lot of us ?

Invaders from outer-space,
beings who are more advanced.
Seeing us as boils on the earth,
each one of us to be lanced ?

We must seem quite alien,
we really are a strange lot.
Perhaps only a trifle better
than the flies that we swat ?

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