(25th March 1943 / )

Sail Away

He stood on the deck,
the sun, shining on his face.

The sails billowed as they took up the force of the wind,
driving the boat forward.

He felt a lifting of his spirits, a freedom
he hadn't felt for a long, long time.

All this space.
The sea, and the sky.
Unbelievable, in their dimensions.

To sail away, to be reborn,
perhaps in another time, another world.

'What do you think of her, Sir'?
The voice brought him back to reality.

'Oh! Very nice indeed, a beautiful craft'.

'Any thoughts on a purchase, Sir'?

'Thoughts' Yes', he answered,
'But cost wise, she's a little beyond my pocket'.

'Well Sir. Perhaps we could interest you
in something a little smaller'.

'Perhaps', was his reply,
'How about a canoe'!

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (9)

This is really funny Ernestine, a pleasure to read! (lol) Love, Andrew xx
I love this one Ernestine, a little light-hearted humour found in this one, lovely indeed. --Melvina--
I think that a thimble would be about my price, loads of fun and a quick mood change in this one, well done, Love duncan
Canoe Ernestine? blow up plastic boat you mean? This made me smile. 10 from finger is hole of sinking ship Tai
As someone who has shown interest in vehicles i cant afford, i relate to this! Your poem has a fantastic feel, and a fun ending. Thank you for sharing. Kindest Regards Slim. x.
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