Galleons…dared to challenge the Horn

Galleons...dared to challenge the Horn
Galleons…dared to challenge the Horn

Galleons rip through surging waves,
tempest tips like frosting edge the grey,
and bows sharpened,
cut through the swell.
Figureheads smile with rhythmic taunt,
parting seas with effortless will,
riding hard the incessant crestless sway,
with aching wood and taunt lines pulled,
holding, forever holding,
death at bay.

Seven ships in all,
contesting nature’s darkest mood,
flags set high of errant flight,
red strips clinging in darkest night;
like panicked gulls they flutter hard,
atop the empty crows nests,
doused, swept,
driven into troughs so deep,
pounding hearts they lose some beats,
one foot in Davy Jones’ locker.

One sail up to steady,
the rest tied fast and ropes belayed,
deckhands lashed to mast and post,
dipped in rage of water’s run;
keel thrashed back and forth,
almost capsizing,
as bodies flung across the deck, like rags,
gasping breath, surviving.

Seven Galleons went to sea,
and crossed the Cape to calmer waters,
but only five found haven in life’s embrace,
the others lost in watery caverns.
The silent calm of storms release,
brought men to quiet in depth of grief,
for all those mates that lost that night,
when nature’s brood
did claim those lives.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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8 thoughts on “Galleons…dared to challenge the Horn

  • July 30, 2017 at 3:39 PM

    So vivid is the sound of raging seas and creaking of the galleons “aching wood”, shouts and screams as sailors are tossed around and out to the depths. Your imagery is so great that this is like watching a movie, Tony. I felt pulled into the scenes by masterful word crafting. Magnificent !

    • July 30, 2017 at 9:57 PM

      Too kind Phyllis, but sincerely appreciated. I love the old ships of sail and one could imagine being in storms; not my choice in life, I’m a land lover. lol Take care.

  • July 30, 2017 at 8:08 PM

    You had me hanging like a drunken sailor from the yard arms mate. So visual, I felt the waves crashing on the bow, the men running here and there. Indeed the creaking of the galleons, wondering if the ship would stay together or be tossed aground. I loved this Tony, your creative genius never fails to deliver. Bravo, well penned.

  • July 30, 2017 at 9:59 PM

    Sincerely thank you Vincent, so pleased it ignited your imagination. As I said to Phyllis, I’m definitely a land lover and can’t imagine the reality of what so many sailors endured in those days. Take care.

  • July 30, 2017 at 10:41 PM

    Amazing, Tony! I take such incredible trips, adventures, and feel the most incredible things, see, and hear the experiences which you are writing about because your words have this effect. You make words come to life!

  • July 30, 2017 at 10:48 PM

    Thank you Tamara, so pleased you enjoy my work. You kind words are very much appreciated. Take care.

  • August 1, 2017 at 5:49 AM

    Vividly descriptive, Tony. The galleons will always have a special lure to lovers of sea shanties and many such tales of the sea. Great work.

  • August 1, 2017 at 7:29 AM

    Glad you enjoyed it John. Love the old ships and the tales of that era. cheers!


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