Two sailor-poets...

I recently met up with a life long friend for the first time in too long and it was a gorgeous time. So much was discussed, understood and forgiven in such a short space of time. We even had time to venture to the charity shops and I picked up this beautiful little poetry book entitled The March Of Poetry, it's small crevices, workmanship and the wear and tear are all stunning to behold. It was published in 1932 the edition I found so it's definitely had a long and good life thus far; I am more than excited to renew it's existence.

The book takes you through just over 400 years of the scope of poetry through 50 poets beginning with Geoffrey Chaucer of course. The first poem "The Poor Widow's Cock And Hens" has been taken from "The Tale Of The Nun's Priest." Through interest over the character 'Pertelote' I came across "The Nun's Priest's Tale". It's a wonderfully crafted tale of the lives of a cockerel and some hens in which the philosophy of fate, dreams and morality are touched upon through their eyes, I'm so glad I found it.

Think back to how it all started with the find in the charity shop, they the real hoarders of treasure, quality and beauty.

Onto the poetry, this latest piece was simply inspired by the phrase  'two sailor-poets'  that I came across in the book, immediately  I felt both an obvious and distinct meaning and connection between poetry and sailing...

Poets Are The Sailors

The travellers;

the sailors.

In a sea of experience,

theirs is more blinking

and frequent than most.

Rarely steady.

Skimming every nuance;

They absorb and refine

into little glass bottles

for us all to pick from the shore.

Held to the light,

clouds, mountains

and the ocean;

a world it’s own…

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