{"id":7193,"date":"2021-04-23T09:10:58","date_gmt":"2021-04-23T08:10:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=7193"},"modified":"2021-04-23T09:20:29","modified_gmt":"2021-04-23T08:20:29","slug":"tales-of-french-sailors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2021\/04\/23\/tales-of-french-sailors\/","title":{"rendered":"Tales of French Sailors"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Long Sailors of Queziletimal<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>As they relaxed in their tepid baths<\/p>\n

With maiden\u2019s fair of skin<\/p>\n

All that these sailors could think about<\/p>\n

Were the seas that they had left behind<\/p>\n

They longed\u00a0to captain their ships<\/p>\n

Through weathers foul and fair<\/p>\n

And return in peace<\/p>\n

To the purple regions<\/p>\n

Of their distant and long lost shores<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mermaid<\/strong><\/p>\n

I let the sea artist<\/p>\n

Paint me in the flesh<\/p>\n

As a present to myself<\/p>\n

Should I ever age<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mermaids<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>Mermaids never age<\/p>\n

But the sea wears our skin rough<\/p>\n

So we bathe on rocks<\/p>\n

Away from the shore<\/p>\n

When we think we have had enough<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letter from Iceland<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>As it sailed towards Iceland<\/p>\n

The ship that was carrying<\/p>\n

Anders Anders<\/p>\n

Broke up in a storm<\/p>\n

He had been promised a job<\/p>\n

On the Icelandic railways<\/p>\n

But as he never arrived<\/p>\n

To take up the post<\/p>\n

The offer was withdrawn<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Smiths Accountant<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong>The Smiths accountant sold my ship<\/p>\n

From beneath my feet<\/p>\n

And left me stranded in this port<\/p>\n

I kept my mermaid in a tub of seawater<\/p>\n

Stolen from the docks<\/p>\n

As the months passed the mermaid weakened<\/p>\n

And began to lose her perfumes pure<\/p>\n

So after hours of thought<\/p>\n

I carried her towards the waters edge<\/p>\n

And released her into the wild<\/p>\n

I then covered myself with sand and shells<\/p>\n

And waited for the tide to return<\/p>\n

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The Long Sailors of Queziletimal \u00a0As they relaxed in their tepid baths With maiden\u2019s fair of skin All that these sailors could think about Were the seas that they had left behind They longed\u00a0to captain their ships Through weathers foul and fair And return in peace To the purple regions Of their distant and long […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7193"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7193"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7193\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}