Poetry by Jeff Green

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The Tridents of the Tritons

by cricketjeff on July 21, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The armies of the mermaids move to kill the Kraken’s hoards
    And sweep away the hydra from the seas.
To save the souls of sailors at the calling of their Lords
    And to put the hearts of fishwives at their ease.
The tridents of the tritons make a phalanx you should fear
And behind them ride the swordfish, who can spit you like a spear.

Across the mighty oceans range the battles hard and grim
    And the gods avoid the clashes as they may.
Though Neptune feigns indifference he’ll change upon a whim
    And the Zephyrs whip the waves up in their play.
The tridents of the tritons make a phalanx you should fear
And behind them ride the swordfish who can spit you like a spear.

Far out and far from safety many ships are stuck in storm,
    The battles making whirlpools of the deep.
Through the skillfullness of sailors and the actions they perform,
    A fleet of ships are saved from endless sleep.
The tridents of the tritons make a phalanx you should fear
And behind them ride the swordfish who can spit you like a spear.

At last the Kraken’s cornered in the deepest trench of all,
    Where the final stand of evil will be short.
With the last of all his henchmen, who have hastened to his call,
    The monster of the deep is brought to naught.
The tridents of the tritons make a phalanx you should fear
And behind them ride the swordfish who can spit you like a spear.

Now you’ll rarely see a mermaid (though I know of one or two)
    And the tritons only beach on distant isles
But if you are fond of sailing or a cruise is just for you,
    You should always greet these heroes with your smiles.
The tridents of the tritons make a phalanx you should fear
And behind them ride the swordfish who can spit you like a spear.