Heart Ship! The quest for forbidden love
Draping my hand with a wet cloth after cleaning I thoroughly. It salty air and water washed away has stopped the biting. A change of clothes and back to my steering wheel. Making a path through the small waves to a harbour. I need to make haste and hope the winds are blessing me and make my ship sheer across the surface of these waters. Hands back on the wheel, wind blowing through my hair. The sail curved to its fullest. Small bumps make the prow go up and down. Splashing up some water.
©George Grie – Lost Expedition. Serie: Ghost ship series
The Yellow Rose’s crunching wood. Tensed ropes as the wind fills my sails, making even the ropes crunch and creek. Land on my right is fading. A good sweep on the heel making it go round fast as I can make it, steering the ship to starboard. Trying to keep the land in sight. Will be hard work with the wind direction changing But all for a good cause. Not before long will I lay in harbour still at a dock. And closer to my princess
Pulling ropes and giving others slack. Having the sails turn catching the wind once more. Rope burns slowly become something of a past as my hands harden and splinters have no grip on the hardened skin. Cold and wet hands, being careful with the hurt hand. My cloth slowly turning a pale pink can not get grabbed by the rope. Once all set I can sigh with relief. Steady we go as the sun sets in front of me. The sky colouring a fiery red blended oranges and yellows on the clouds. And behind me a dark blue blanket is pulled across with its shiny stars.
The night is coming. Not a cloud in the sky making it easy to navigate on the stars. That bright north star right there on my right side. Cold creeping up across the deck. The warm wood from a day of sun shiny with the drops of water condensing. Slippery at the touch. Chills run across my back. No time to sleep, not until I reached a port. I will stand here in this up coming cold, keeping me afloat and going in the right direction. No clouds means cold nights out here in the open.
No time to get me my long coat. I will have her to keep me warm. A dream of her kissing me feeling her arms around me will keep me warm. Her smile will keep me awake. Oh the thought of her wet lips, chills keep me shivering seeking warmth. Hair drapes down, wind is dying. I lick a finger and stick it up pointing at the moon. The wind is weakened, sails just hanging like empty bags. Why can I not continue. How hard is it going to be for me to get there. I lean over the wheel and think of a plan.
No I am not that weak, I will continue, nothing will set me back. Not even the wind. I climb up the ropes and hoist the sails. Making the ship ready for the night. She has done well up until now .I trust my ship to get me where I want to go. For now I let her rest in the watchful eye of the North star on this clear night. One final stroke along the railing before I enter my quarters and also get the rest that is given to me.
©Ranting Crow 2013
Saturday spills from the past with heart aches written. Hope you enjoyed another read of ‘The Heart Ship’.
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Ranting Crow 
Heart Ship! getting to be a fav read.
Makes me happy to hear that. Thank you for the support.
And still doable with out any dialogue?
I always enjoy reading you especially this post. I like your use of metaphors and mostly the emotions that you articulate so well they leave me feeling moved. Thank you for sharing, Mr Crow.
Thank you. Never would I have guessed that my writing would move a person.
Thank you for your support.
You’re welcome. I really do enjoy your writing. Keep it up please.