A Shipfitter's thoughts


She is my ship's watchful eyes,
the guiding goddess figurehead,
forever at the forefront
of my mind.
Softly, yet solidly, her feminine spirit
drives this vessel
from first morning's thought,
till last pleasure's sigh at night.
I love her silently
when my sea fellows green eye my lunch's
sweet notes and smell her perfume,
drifting to meet with the spice
of her tantalizing feasts.
Those rodents flying the sky,
fight to the death
for just one choice scrap thrown.
I love her most after the whistle finally blows
the mechanics out of me,
far away into the unassuming wind.
I know she will be waiting
inside the rich, colourful tapestry
she has woven our home to be.
Her smile, her touch and affection
cocoons us into one flesh.
Separated only by tomorrow.

Nice poem .

Reading this tale reminiscent of old fashioned romance tinged my blue eyes with a little green. Excellent writing, Ladywind.

I am always amazed by your work. You take thoughts and lead them to the reader's soul. I so appreciate reading your work!!!!! And this is simply another fine write that takes me on a journey