At dverse poetry pub tonight, Amaya is bartending and has challenged us to build something and to be sure to use a secret ingredient. Not sure if it will rise or fall, but my attempt is in the form of a triquain crown , which is 5 of the triquain strung together. I am 100% open to any comments, feedback, critique, etc., as always! No idea if I captured the idea of a secret ingredient or not, but Anaya, I appreciate the challenge and the poems that were posted as examples.
Standard pattern pinned out,
Cut along lines; don’t forget battens!
Lions, tigers, and bears – and a fuzzy ducky.
Mainsail’s design in primary hues,
All stainless steel fittings,
Sewn just so.
Who knew that
Fiberglass was a god?
Small cabin with windows; centerboard.
The choice of a consumable rudder, in light
Of our radioactive ballast
Was perhaps ill-chosen?
To leave shore with no wind
Using the Seagull+ (with no spare tank).
Southwest breezes propelled us from Snug Harbor to
Fisherman’s Landing. Warmed to the core.
Morn to dusk. The wind died.
We tried oars;
Paddling in circles;
Black, no moon or stars to navigate.
Water lapping joined by a hungry sturgeon’s crunch
Of rudder and morning’s hope of wind
To get our boat ashore.
At the roadside, “For Sale”,
Split ballast moved to two store ‘n locks.
What remains are propelling breezes and warm cores,
Each in our separate latitudes,
When Jimmy Buffet sings,