A Love Poem to Embrangle

 

Deserts that were blue oceans once,

Keep skeletons of the ships

Once conquerors of the seas.

Their keels surrendering long ago

And now covered by the quietness

Of their silken sails and abated oars.

There is found Jangle a beautiful Brigantine

That crossed every sea seeking love.

In the end, the last ocean abandoned her.

A false promise left her stilled and unloved

To become the outcast of another time

When pods of whales were her maidens.

She met her first love at the shipyard

Of Harbor’s Way where plenty was plenty.

His name Mangle was given to his disfigured head.

He was the mightiest of carriers to race the charts

With dreams and riches of hope -

His strong hull could never dip below.

And when agony for his dear Jangle

Was unbearable - Mangle set to the seas

To find his magnificent cradle.

Daring to pass into the Harbor of Entanglements

Where the inceptions were exceptions

And parsing of time that was -

Alas, the brigantine pair came together

In one last embrace and one more sail

Into the Sea of Entanglement.

For one can only fathom their place

From afar! Mangle and Jangle

Are once more a love poem to embrangle.