Burst – The Pirate that Drank Tea

 

The Pirate that Drank Tea

 

The Pirate came out of his cabin

To drink his tea

“Hey Captain!” said a hand

“Look, there’s no wind!”

And the Pirate went to the wheel

And looked on the ocean

And yes indeed

There was no wind

“How do you sail,” he grumbled

“If you have no wind?

And for that matter,

How do you drink tea?”

 

The men bent their backs

And rowed for many hours

To the land of America

Where the lights shone

And the cars rode the highways

Wind or not

There he found the Archaeologist

And said, “Who has seen the wind?

Have you seen it lately?

It seems to have been misplaced.

It won’t blow.  It just won’t.”

 

“Honestly I hadn’t noticed,” said the Archaeologist

“But let’s have a look upstairs.”

And so they stood on the heated rock

Of a house built in the desert

And though the shimmers rose

From waves of sand

The Archaeologist said, “You’re right!

This is all just very still.  Come with me.

We’ll go to the observatory, and see what’s what.”

 

And they looked into the sky

To see the hole in the clouds

A hole with glass sides and rainbow edges

Where the wind had escaped

 

“We have to find help,” said the Archaeologist

“For look sharply, Pirate –

The wind has gone to the moon.

Why would it go?

What made it so?

Well there is someone who can help us.

So let’s go.  We’ll take the minivan.”

 

And so they went to the desert

Bumping over the ruts

To a great cavern

Where the Robot Lord lived

“What, the wind gone?” he asked

As he unraveled gear by gear and limb from limb

“That seems a cruel theft.”

He hummed and whirred

And considered the two men

And finally he said, “Come into my chestplate.

And we will go to the moon

To see what has become of your wind.”

 

They blasted into the sky

Past a hand glider and a jetliner

Higher, through clouds that

Were frozen in time

Into the cold of space

Where the Pirate wished for tea

Heated blueberry tea

That made his hands warm

 

But then they landed on the moon

And the Robot Lord strode

Over craters and other nic-nacs

Until they reached the dark side

And saw a huge dome in the gloom

A dome made of feathers and chrome

Bound with strings of Christmas lights

And at the table underneath

There were Slug Monsters

Eating chunks of wind

With their vegetables and pies

 

The Robot Lord strode under the dome

And the Pirate jumped from his chestplate

“Stop that!” he cried.  “You are eating our wind!”

But the Slug Monsters shrugged

“We like to eat wind.  It tastes great,

And is so very good for us.”

 

“But we need it!” said the Archaeologist

“The wind makes our waves

And gives us our lights

And for some, it even fills our sails

Why, it makes people sing

It makes them think of things

And sometimes it gives us

Bundles of poetry, or

Stories and books that we like to read.”

 

“So what?” said the Slug Monsters

Burping up their meal of wind

But when they saw that the three friends were still there

The Slug Monsters rose from the table

And raced at them with tridents of mop handles and diamond rings

The Robot Lord stomped on them

He dug his metal heels and twisted

And those he caught in his hand

He twisted and he stretched

While the Archaeologist slashed

With the end of his leather whip

Or pulled the antennae from any Slug Monster

That happened to come near

 

And as the battle raged

There under the dome of feathers and chrome

The Pirate Lord snuck under the grand table

And collected pieces of wind

He stuffed them into his pockets

He mashed them under his clothes

And soon he was so big with wind

That he began to float off the ground

“Moon dust,” muttered the Pirate,

Smelling some Slug Monster tea

“But this will take too long like this.”

 

And then he saw the great machine

In the middle of the dome

The one with the gears and the steam

And the glimmer of moon gold

The one bulging with the breath

Of the wind it held trapped

And so the Pirate climbed

And so the Pirate floated

To the silver stopper that lay

At the very top of the steam machine

 

“No you musn’t!” cried the Slug King

“Please no, for we shall starve

In the coldness of the dark side!”

But the Pirate took out the stopper

And made a storm on the moon

A great dusty storm of Earth wind

That rose to the height of the dome

That shattered the feathers and chrome

And when it saw the hole in the sky

And the tunnel through which it had travelled

The wind whipped through the opening

On its way home to Earth

 

The Slug Monsters shed their tears

As they went back to their vegetables and pies

And a few began to rebuild the dome

As the Slug King sat in pieces of the machine

 

And the three friends soared back

Through space and then the clouds

As a breeze shifted and whirled

As the waves raced and twirled

As the dust shifted

And as the snows drifted

The Archaeologist went to his home

And night after night stood on the roof

To make sure the wind was always there

And the Robot Lord stayed in his cavern

But came out more than ever

For he was glad to soak his gears

In the wind that came over the desert

 

And the Pirate sailed the seas

Around the islands and the continents

There might not be any gold

Or any treasure left to plunder

But at least, he thought,

When he awoke each morning,

There was tea in the pot,

And wind in his sails.

 

 

*this is about my friend the Pirate (http://ligoeditions.wordpress.com/)

47 thoughts on “Burst – The Pirate that Drank Tea

  1. I have so much to catch up on… secretly I could forgo all work and other blogs just to bathe in yours. I have yet to happen upon such talent . and I do believe I know what I am talking about. and it is quite interesting and serendipitous to me that you enjoy my work as well . so I expect that your work will one day make it to the shelves BIG TIME and then it will be my goal to own the lot of it.

    • Thank you Poet – you always make me blush. But I found you first, and I know what I’m talking about – there is a uniqueness and unabashed use of language and voice in your poetry that keeps the poems from being the same poem over and over again with a different topic. I am no poet, but that seems very rare.

      • laughing.. i forgot you found me first… but the thing is your talent lends such credit to your words for me that I am forced to view my work from a different perspective…. and find my self love blossoming 🙂 …. regardless i think it is a mutual adoration

    • I have been thinking of this one for a while. I find the Pirate very interesting, and slightly self-effacing perhaps. As a person, he seems to have a life worth writing about, not that this post reflects his life at all – but a gentle swashbuckler story seemed to be in order.

  2. I think it’s unfair that a human being should have this kindda crazy writing talent.
    You are one of the few people whose forthcoming posts I actually look forwaYou are one of the few people whose forthcoming posts I actually look forwaYou are one of the few people whose forthcoming posts I actually look forwaYou are one of the few people whose forthcoming posts I actually look forward to.

    And no matter how impressed I am, I will still hungrily demand for the sequel to Morrity. It’s been stuck in my head this past week. Don’t know why. Trent, you also have the unique ability of delivering under

    • Thank you Doc – you definitely know how to push my buttons you know. As for Morritty, let’s put him next on the docket then, I had a thought about where he might go, so will try to deliver on that one.

  3. I am about sick of my comments not being posted as written.
    Was saying you also had the unique ability of delivering under pressure.
    Well, I push buttons anytime I’m on wordpress. Who doesn’t! (Well, except the technologically pampered ones who use touch-screen devices.)
    Please, hurry Morrity along!

    • Working on Morritty doc, thinking this weekend I’ll sit down and write. If you have any thoughts or recommendations for inclusion, I’m all ears.

      Hope you’re doing well.

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