If we hide
If we stand perfectly still among the reeds
Ignore the black flies
Wait patiently
He'll sail past us
The governor in his big-bellied ship.
England is far
Far behind us now
In her farthingales and fans
We left her over the horizon
We will never go back
To smother in her Puritanical black.
The land of our fathers
Has no use for daughters like us
Go home, big-bellied governor.
Tell the King you could not find us.
We will find you, far
Far from now
On the sea of empires.
Author notes
Written March 21st, 2004
A contest entry
- Contest for new March members ~Come Sail Away~ by Barbara.
300 points, ended April 3, 2004, 49 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Being an Australian I couldn't help but think of the convicts that attempted escape in the unhospitable country over 200 years ago. I like the 'olde' language too and thoroughly enjoyed this poem.
Thanks for entering and making this contest so successful.
~Von~
Edited on Mar 30, 7:35 p.m. because 'The Potato Factory by Bryce Courtney - a book which may interest you'. -
Nicely written and flowing. I like the background history used. The imagery is great, bringing the feeling to the surface and the descriptions of the 'time' are well placed.
Thank you for entering this
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very good entry i love the "olde worlde" feel about it...it is different and original and i thoroughly enjoyed reading it!..nicely done and good luck in the contest!...hugs...leanne xxx
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Very well written, really!
You used a historical reference which always works with big old ships! i really liked some of the descriptives, like
" Go home, big-bellied governor...". or " We will never go back to smother in that Puritanical black./ Those are terrific lines. Makes it a bookmark of sorts
Excellent. Thank you, and welcome to AllPoetry.
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