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Voyage on a Deep Blue Sea

boat MM

Once upon a time, I was beautiful.

I was shaped by the rough-hewn hands of a carpenter, molded, planed, loved.
My grains ran through the wood, like blood vessels under skin,
and I smelled of trees deep in the forest, reaching up to the sunshine.

I was braced with metal fittings, bolted and stretched taut,
then had crevasses sealed with thick pitch.
Weather-proofed, water-proofed against the elements of a sea-faring life.

I was painted at last a soft green to match a sea of tranquility,
and I braved the ocean day to day, clear and stormy alike,
to feed the hungry my fresh catch.

I grew older and stronger through the years in my daily routine
until my owner sold me to another sailor,
who painted me a new color to match my mood and the deep blue sea.

My skin was gashed and pushed to its limits by this energetic man,
but I carried my catch none-the-less,
until I slowed down in my waning years and needed more attention.

boat I

Sold again to another poor fisherman who painted me the red of poppies,
who saw in me a new-found resilience and strength
that could only be had by years bargaining with the sea.

Until finally he moved onto a boat with lines smooth and true
that smelled like a fresh forest in the morn,
and I was left behind on a deserted stretch of beach, to question my purpose.

I was weathered and worn down by my life on the sea,
my paint faded and chipped and peeling,
my metal fittings rusted, my boards bleached, my skin scarred.

Now I brave the storms from my land-locked port
and am covered with seaweed and lichen,
kissed by the sea when the tides come in, the taste of salty tears.

I sit waiting and hoping for a visit from someone who loves the sea as much as I,
until one day I hear the shouts of children
and feel their feet bouncing upon my creaking boards.

In my mind I take them out upon the ocean,
a swash-buckling pirate roaming free upon the deep blue sea,
while in their imagination I am at once young and proof against nature.

Once again, I am beautiful.

boat II
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Photo Credit: John Grant at Meticulous Mick

With my gratitude and blessings… ~ Theresa

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19 thoughts on “Voyage on a Deep Blue Sea

  1. This is truly beautiful! Sort of a Black Beauty story turned toward the sea. Sort of a Shakespearean ages of man message. It is of God’s grace and compassion that the elderly turn again with a sense of adventure to the beauty of being child-like.

  2. Reblogged this on meticulousmick and commented:
    Soul Gatherings is a wonderful blog full of stirring quotes and reality checks. It is one of my favourite blogs and if you haven’t seen it please go and check out Theresa’s work. In this post Theresa has put words to a series of pictures that I recently took down by Cork Harbour. It is beautiful so please read. MM 🍀

    • MM: Thank you for your kind words, but most of all, thank you so very much for allowing me the use of your photos for this post. They were my inspiration, as are you.

  3. Oh, my, what a lovely poem that’s brought tears to my eyes this morning. It reminds me of Shel Silverstein’s book, THE GIVING TREE. Had I a pond or lived by the sea, I would bring such a treasure to its shores to be sailed and loved as long as I should live. Have a great day. Blessings, Natalie 🙂

    • I’m glad this touched you; I was thinking of us humans as we age when I wrote it, but ended with hope…always hope. Thank you, Natalie, for always being such a faithful reader. Blessings…

  4. Thank you to Meticulous Mick for introducing me to you! What perfect words to go with his perfect pictures…

    Another gorgeous collaboration!

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