​A Pirates  sail

A PIRATES SAIL An Irish Poem

​I slept like a child

 and I think ?  Was I ever a child.

So much I do not know ...

like how to be a girlfriend

how to get the carelessness of a borrowed friend

and the games of those who cannot let the past move on

such a curse is that of a woman who will not love another but that of her dead husband

the sea tell not  a lie on the dead.

they gave me my late husbands remains in a bag

I felt my soul depart from this land

how could I go on?

I held the heaviness of the bag that contained my husband and 

thought of everyday he hugged me.

I thought of every time I let him down 

In my head I heard a scream....

I started to haunt my own dreams


To give it away:


I held the heavy bag and thought of the times I held him close and felt

his chest move against mine...

A lifetime ...

some say he held me down?

they were not there to know of his dedication

and my failure..

Tis a long walk to purgatory Bonnielynn:

So comes the day, in fact everyday I know of my faults


Follow your heart on thin ice:

The heart knows and Jesus leads us home

but not so for the departed....and the ones left behind.

I dreamed of the devil and rightfully so 

as I let him in once again.

he came to destroy the limited happiness I had tried to build 

a life lived without his misery just cannot be.

Dance:

The day almost over when Grand Mary came into my room dragging a huge chest, waving her arm 

towards it, " girl here are my old costumes and all sorts of make up, you can be who you want to be".

I opened the pirates chest, to find the costumes of an imagination.

I ran my hands over the material, and thought of all I could be.

No text day:

He said. " I am going out and I cannot text you or talk to you",  

The spider wraps his bait and then eats.

I was confused and thought, " I understand working but ?"  then I came to understand, the ways of 

the liar, and I burned my soul again, " once a bastard never to change", I was made fun of once again.

He did not care about me, he wanted to ruin what I had built with out him.

 There is no room in the inn that is "BonnieLynn", I saw him for his ways, and let him go yet again.

He will not rest until he see's the skin of my soul raised on a flag on his ship called " the departed" 

it would take a better pirate than him to breach my " fortress of the high seas", I block him in any way 

I can.

Easy comes the day:

I understand that he only wants to destroy the one who denied.

I ran the ocean cliffs today and raised my arms to the Irish sky and said , " no more of his lies" 

and ran the rest of the way making plans to move far away .