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Serendipidous Muse

The radio is playing up a storm,
as is,
Rockanrollah, the choice of the privileged
FEW, being the operative word,
amongst friends and enemies
if it were viable to tell them apart?

NEWS, nations, souls of absent
Technolgy strangulates the spoken word,
Type, the mode of subsequent generations
Singing for the lonely.

Feared futures, regarded as garbage,
stagnating trailer park wannabes
nothing extraordinary here,
Pull up another sandbag dear friend,
Let them approve another story.

Lives interweave intrinsic patterns,
Love, conceived, in a implausible place,
Ethernets combine to tear apart,
the fallacy of love, in this world
or another.

Place? Plane? Time? cease
to exist within these walls of our love,
Confirming that love can and will endure,
We tear that fallacy apart
Love exists, across
the boundaries of miles
and years.

Our love has lived a thousand lives,
Denial? Absurd
Truth subjugates whatever lies we are told
or tell?
our love shall live again
and prosper!

Serendipity died,
Long live the Muse.




I have been fortunate enough to have done some, well, a lot of sailing around the shores of England and Scotland. Naja refers to those adventures. The yacht ‘Naja’ was a bilge keeler [it had two keels] and is fast in its class if raced well. Many yacht clubs run a handicap system which makes a bilge keeler very competetive, but also very safe, as it almost impossible to capsize a bilge keeler. This can put massive stress on the mast, and a good skipper knows this and will either reef [reduce sail area] or go windward [head into the wind] to release the stress on the mast. In severe weather, if you sail too close to the wind, you are in danger of capsizing or doing damage to the mast. Many weekend sailors will drop all sails and motor back to port  rather than risk damage to their yacht. Its a wise move sometimes, believe me.

I know there are a few nautical terms used here, which might leave some of you scratching your heads, if you want to know any meanings, leave a comment and I shall endeavour to explain.

This is a bilge keeled yacht, very similar to what we raced on every weekend. Its a Cobra 32 [hence the name Naja, French for snake]

The wind blew so’west along the beam,
The sun on ocean blue did gleam,
Main sail set, boom and horse secured,
Halyard taut, with speed assured.

Outward bound with spinnaker a’hoist,
Skipper at helm, instructions voiced,
Shifting windward, knocked off course,
Captain counters with tour de force.

Rounding buoy we come about,
Ahoy! Ahoy! the warning shouts,
Taking lee we rejoin the race,
Chasing down as we gather pace.

Tell tails flying, sails trimmed well,
We sprint forward across sea’s swell,
Gaining water, upon the hind,
We stand accused of stealing wind.

Gale force eight veering north-north west,
Reef all sails, quell the mast distress,
Storm approaching, we shall cry craven,
Off to harbour to find safe haven.

I hope you get the sense of speed and danger in this effort. Sailing is great fun, with some great sensations, but if you are foolhardy, it can be murder, literally.