Harbor

 

The Harbor 

The harbor is a poem with the combination of fiction and reality .The fictitious part about the harbor is that the wind travels to various harbor and takes us to the different time zone (from 21st century to 16th century). The real part is the story of the Anglo-Spanish (Armada) Water battle. One of the largest naval war in the history.. as a reader i admire history, art & literature and always tried to interpret those old fact with my fictions, in this poem i tried out. the sorrow of the warriors, the orthodox faith of King Philip II and his failure, British intelligence in the water battle, Chronicles of sea life and  pathos of marine life due to naval fleet, building a good and peaceful nation .. Hope you all will like it..! 

with love and solemn respect

Raam

 

~21st century~

A cold wind begins to blow

my thoughts commence to flow

the voyage across the mighty ocean 

it touched every harbor with the emotion

there is something in the air

as the darkness Creeps

heard someone weeps

story that brings me to powerful tear

I keep walking while there’s no glare            

sitting nigh the esoteric sea                           

wind whisper in a low key

odor of the air was freaky

waves crashing down with a curl                  (whirlpool ) 

took me to the another world 

traveled through the time 

to watch out for new mime

from drop to drop I climb 

then entered the distinct sky 

hired by time for kind of spy 

for few pictures that I need to eye

battle alarmed by the grind

narrated the stories of the mankind 

~16th century~  

I glanced from the welkin                                   

harbor looked twist and spin                       

the sailors were ready for the skin               

Armada departed from Spain

with ammo and red wine

traversed up the channel with fain                             

to expand Philip’s domain                            

reef ain’t enough to liven

searched for new horizon

to spread creed and seldom                          (Catholic/Protestant) 

espy the ship at United Kingdom              (spot on)

I stood my jaws agape

when they moved in a crescent shape                             (warship)

so that foes can never escapes

ugly thoughts dominated the sea landscape 

cometh my query?

world’s then largest naval fleet?

pounds and tons thy need to carry

a vehement storm thy hath to meet 

I seizeth thy cold heart bravery

funeral that thou family will greet 

I seizeth legitimate butchery

voyage seemed dead scary

had faith on the Captain cheat

thy leader vowed for rice and Wheat

even though they smiled neat

brutal death they can not beat

the agony of every youth

filled with lots of Ruth                                       

reflection of shadow truth

feed thy life until lives in earth

thy battle beyond  narrow path

ought to cross every wrath 

thou die for two piece of bread

rumor that widely spread

an uncouth soldier’s threat         

its was the fest of storm

lest of lightning ain’t calm

their gesture striking face with palm

English men wanted Spanish gory

to seek  mammoth glory 

“as an earth born living ain’t enough

an earth born shalt hath faith in his mind”

all possible way thy shalt find 

played deception with thou minds

after all mind is snare of every delusion              

Spanish escaped from Plymouth                      

they faced chase up the channel

via  North Sea they reached port of Calais

Spanish Captain decided to dismantle              

I climb down from dark rain cloud

to watch out for battle ship crowd

dived into marine with head unbowed

~Chronicles of sea life~

Tidal waves narrates thither tale 

O’ thither await

the chronicles of whale                                        

unfortunate it was disastrous fate 

Fred searching for veil                             

bisected by the stern boat          

as the hell burner sail                                                  

turned her face when she saw him float             

all stunned when they saw him impale

Captain Howled

Oh yeah…! we scattered the mighty Armada 

marine world mourned  

awe thy princess “pity” Andromeda                        (mermaid named after Greek goddess)

hell fire move inside the ocean

as oil and ammo gave fire commotion                     

blue trench turned into red

burner ruined marine’s royal wed

fishes quenched the water with tears shed  

reminded them the life of Fred  

 

~Andromeda’s grievance~ 

 

hailing the king of Brave

now they weeping at watery grave 

he stopped the all coastal storm that rave            

taught everyone to how to behave

he killed  traitors and knave                              

 holding hands right with left of his

there we swam  said the princess 

oh Lord! let me sink in the sorrow

let me shrink now I feel narrow               (solitary) 

 “I burnt myself in your flame of spark

canst not think of any other shark”             

 this mighty Solider deserves more respect than those who fought with gun

this pity warrior Shalt have gotten his last fight which was undone 

this gritty merman knelt afore and ugly death won

time waves showed me history of clashes

I said good bye to thither ashes

~Rise from the Whirlpool~

I climbed up from the red sea                        

came back from marine funeral 

yeah canst breath my world order                         

not anymore that blood odor 

that I witnessed the era of love and Blood 

now standing at the harbor’s mud 

experienced the life after flash flood

new hope kissed me with new bud

said need remedy for old Crud

they died in epic annihilation                                        

we still alive on their heroic blood donation          (sacrifice) 

ought to make a monolithic foundation

work hard sweat out for the gigantic nation

world will give astronomic standing ovation

that would be fantastic touch of sensation…!

beginning that would mark the new era of determination