Peter Pomegranate

Three dozen and more a plenty were the cannon stings of The Peter Ready to lay a waste of what and wherefore Black and buggered her decks all smoking Came them hard all rough and roaring Cloaked in rain and armed with thunder Like all men fore and all men after Honour bound to hold for lifelong Honour bound never stolen never given Silver scabbard glinting starshine flashing keener yet than pain Never knowing whence, the moment Never knowing Never knowing

Five hundred Jacks aplenty to fill ‘Peter Pomegranate’ bow to stern Lit by flickering dancing lantern flame Held tight by ripping rushing water Fifteen fathoms spiralling deeper Buckled and banjoed rum in a bucket Sailor’s long songs and siren’s shanties Bring along, sing along, come alongside Lap slapping salt breath twinkling of the eye Dream green Solent, she is colder than time as time my lover, as all time ever Never knowing whence, the moment Never knowing Never knowing