An inanimate creature, but with latent life, she lies
frigidly frozen under winter’s shroud. Then come spring’s sunbeams and sun’s
warmth to stir her sleeping heart. Feebly it beats and stronger still, until breathing
deeply, she savours sweet blossoms' scent.
Vibrant, alert and alive, she hears surf’s call, “Unfurl
your wings. Stretch out your limbs, and come dance with me.”
At sea’s edge she slides into the cool, cool blue.
Blissfully, almost
imperceptibly, she drifts towards yon horizon while mesmerized by her rippling
image, and entranced by the shimmering sea. Thus transfixed, unwittingly she
inhales the ozone breath of Aeolus. Fully livened she senses adventure. She
feels the pulse of the ocean.
She dances her best before great billows boom their foaming crests
into the deep, deep, deep.
The sun shines, but clouds gather as the sea nymph play. She
frolics with white fillies upon the sparkling surge. Surreptitiously, wave
after wave of viridian, violet and azure hue, with glint of light and rainbow
spray, grow into aqueous mountains. They rise and fall with awesome power.
In foul mood, Aeolus scowls and howls and shrieks! His brow is
like a ploughman’s field, and his cheeks are like a smelter’s bellows. His eyes
beam with murderous intent. Dark, thunderous masses unleash their wrath. Black
Heaven is split by a blinding light. Fearsome thunderbolts vent their spleen
upon this restless scene, and our tiny speck bravely cleaves her way through fangs
of roaring waves. She lifts her head, throws back her mane and snorting, charges
into the fray.
The Wind God is unrelenting. He stirs the murky deep, and
blasts the upper chambers until he runs out of steam, totters and falls.
Deflated and defeated, he gasps, and lies motionless, formless on an almost placid
sea, but our ‘speck’ bobs triumphantly upon the ocean blue, more adventures to
pursue. Dolphins gambol, guillemots dive; whales their fountains blow. Beyond
yonder horizon our heroine goes - no more to die, but live eternally under heaven’s
azure sky.
Please Note:
The above is Copyright material with all rights to me, Bill
Serjeant. You may reproduce it, but not for financial gain.
The ode tells of a Paradox Sailboat caught in the ultimate
storm. She awakes from winter hibernation, is launched and taken to sea. Distracted
by the beauty of it, she is unaware of an approaching storm that engulfs her.
She valiantly fights for her life and triumphs over the Wind God and gains an
eternal life of adventures for evermore.
For Sale
I can be contacted by phone at 07588288060 or by email to barnacleid at
yahoo dot co dot uk.
Here are links for more information:
Open to Offers for ‘Minnow’, My Paradox Sailboat
Open to Offers for ‘Minnow’, My Paradox Sailboat – Part 2
Open to Offers for ‘Minnow’, My Paradox Sailboat – Part 3
‘Minnow’ Advertised for Sale on Ebay
‘Minnow’ Advertised for Sale on Ebay - Inventory
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