Winding Up

Winding Up

 

 The race begun, I’m winding up 

To stay the course and win the cup. 

Though harshest gales may rock my boat, 

Strong arms will keep the craft afloat.

 

I must admit, I have an urge 

To scrawl some lines, to simply splurge. 

Don’t worry. Words in short supply 

Will still encourage or deny.

 

My mainsail fills with powered puff, 

Until the wind is strong enough. 

We’ll catch the draft and zip along, 

Propelled by an angelic throng.

 

By standing firm with ink and pen, 

I’ll iterate my mind again. 

Don’t clobber me, bemoan or wail; 

I’ll save my text, upload, set sail.

 

It’s time to fly, take off, make hay. 

We’ll trim the sails – anchors aweigh.  

Tell us what’s really on your mind, 

Before we leave this port behind.

 

Leviathan, you scare me not. 

Go, huff and puff with all you’ve got. 

My rudder’s strong, as is my mast. 

I’ve set my course; my ship holds fast.

 

The admiral I admire most 

Is Heaven’s own eternal Ghost. 

He’s big enough to help my need, 

If I should call, entreat or plead.

 

Most unmistakable is truth,

 As we have known it, since our youth. 

Our Skipper, dauntless, holds the main; 

All others, mutinous, are vain.

c2008 by Linda Ann Nickerson

 “John Bull, The Leviathan of the Ocean” (London: W. Holland, Dec. 12, 1798) Public Domain

 

Posted for a variety of prompts: Catchwords’ Word Beads (“admiral,” “splurge,” “ “unmistakable” and “worry”) Easy Street Prompts (“big enough to help”) Meme Express (“sailing”) Poefusion’s Friday 5 (“clobber,” “encourage,” “hay,” “and “wail”) Rockin’ Chair Writers (“Tell us what’s really on your mind.”) Simply Snickers (“standing” and “still”) Sunday Scribblings (“ghost”)