Sunday, 11 December 2011

Magpie 95















SEA FEVER REVISITED

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I seek is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by.
But all I have is a rowing boat, moored inches from the land,
And not a hope of reaching her, for I'm up to my chest in sand.


(With apologies to Masefield, and thanks to Magpie Tals for the picture)
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23 comments:

  1. phil11 December 2011 at 16:26


    Bravo!
    Perfect, a classic.

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  2. Margaret11 December 2011 at 16:53

    Oh... so sad!

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  3. Kathe W.11 December 2011 at 16:55

    this is great! Love the twist at the end!

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  4. Other Mary11 December 2011 at 17:07

    Oh, what a lovely sound and feel this has. I would love to hear you read it on soundcloud. I can imagine it as the refrain of a song.

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  5. Patsy11 December 2011 at 17:13

    Think she overdid the mudpack. Great poem though.

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  6. Rosamund Browne11 December 2011 at 17:29

    Love it, Frances. Clever. A little creepy too if you think about it

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  7. Kay L. Davies11 December 2011 at 17:33

    Perfect, Frances. Now I can't imagine saying anything else about the prompt photo!
    I usually don't read others' submissions until I've written my own, for precisely that reason. Silly me today!

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  8. Joanna11 December 2011 at 17:51

    Absolutely beautiful.

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  9. Grandmother Mary11 December 2011 at 18:28

    Ain't it the truth!

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  10. Doctor FTSE11 December 2011 at 19:24

    Brilliant! Imagine what might be written in his speech-balloon.

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  11. Jinksy11 December 2011 at 20:28

    I adore your sense of humour! It's right up my street. ♥ Superb Magpie. :)

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  12. Helen12 December 2011 at 01:44

    Rollicking good fun!

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  13. Susie Clevenger12 December 2011 at 05:30

    Delightful rhyme...

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  14. Isabel Doyle12 December 2011 at 08:11

    It's a wild call and a clear call and this time denied!

    Well done and thanks for the smile.

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  15. Anonymous12 December 2011 at 10:38

    Previous comments have beaten me to it. Hilarious Frances. I do so enjoy your blog and your humour.

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  16. Martin12 December 2011 at 11:28

    Masefield will be smiling.

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  17. Paula RC12 December 2011 at 11:43

    WoW! loved it... There has been many a time I've felt like that.

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  18. Brian Miller13 December 2011 at 03:58

    nice, there is a nice dance to your words and even the dilemna did not wipe the smiles from my face..

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  19. hyperCRYPTICal13 December 2011 at 08:48

    Excellent poem Frances!

    Anna :o]

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  20. Carrie Van Horn13 December 2011 at 18:39

    Love the rhyme and flow of this Frnaces....lovely writing!!

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  21. Frances Garrood13 December 2011 at 22:07

    Thanks, everyone. Very generous comments for a rather lazy Magpie (I seem incapable of writing the longer, more thoughtful pieces that others manage...)

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  22. Frances Garrood13 December 2011 at 22:08

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  23. susan m hinckley16 December 2011 at 01:41

    Oh -- I absolutely loved this!

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