Port of Souls: Narrative Verse

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Electra Movie Camera image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Port of Souls

In the window idled they, where the wind,
Fragrant with scent of spices from vessels
Moored below, the cutters, and the pliers
Of winding routes through doldrums, humid zones
Beyond which a man’s mind seldom bothered,
Though here they came returning with drooped wood
In the hull-sides, and sails bla…