By The Storm Divided.
\nby cricketjeff on January 11, 2008.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved
\nCrashing close to madness are the waves inside her head.
\nTo the harbour wall she’s struggled where the call of night has led.
\nThe gale that rages seaward, and the gale inside her mind,
\nAre the warnings from the spirits of the fate that she will find.
\nShe’s been waiting for her sailor, as he’s toiled the months away;
\nNow she hopes the winter weather simply means a short delay.
\nThe babe she’s left behind her, cradled to its Granny’s chest
\nNeeds a Father and provider, and she knows her man is best.<\/p>\n
Crashing close to madness is the storm inside his dreams.
\nAs he fights upon the yard-arm and the rain beats down in streams.
\nHe has worked to earn his wedding, now his bride is days away
\nBut the evil gods of fortune think a sailor’s life’s for play.
\nAs he left she’d told his fortune, that a father he would be
\nAnd his child would be awaiting when he came back from the sea.
\nNow the sailors are all striving and they fight against the fear
\nThat the gales will never let them feel the arms they hold most dear.<\/p>\n
Standing on the edges of the cliff of dark despair.
\nShe can only stare defiance at the sea spume in the air.
\nShe knows her man is braver than a lioness at bay
\nBut the might of Neptune’s armies seem to rule the field today.
\nAs she’s standing gazing seaward, other sea-wives join her side
\nCan the rage of wives and daughters see dark natures rage defied.
\nThe night grows ever darker, and the storm grows blacker still
\nAnd the only way to fight it, is through force of women’s will.<\/p>\n
Standing in the rigging, each man in proper place.
\nThe crew show bold defiance to the enemy they face.
\nThe sails are furled in closely, next they lash the hatches tight.
\nThen every man aboard ship, can start watching for the light.
\nThe dawn arrives so sharply, that it cuts the waves in two
\nAnd the captain calls the helmsman and the ship can just slip through.
\nOn the harbour wall the sea-wives, start to melt away in calm
\nNow the gale they see is beaten, and their men won’t come to harm.<\/p>\n
We see the babe by the firelight, and he’s on his father’s knee
\nWhere the family are gathered, for a quiet Sunday tea..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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