Pressganged

[Parkinsonspoet]

Wake up ye rogues a voice does rasp
Nausea from motion brain does grasp
Head thumping and throat raw
At seventeen this I saw

A captain inspects his new crew
Any dissent a whipping due
Tear your flesh at his command
Ships cat in bosuns hand

Disorientated on head a lump
Although drunk gave me a bump
Mocking manacles make it hard to stand
Chains weigh heavy must follow command

Legs shaky as brazen waves buffet ship
Balance awry careful not to slip
Lead onto deck eyes squint in the sunshine
Sailor former farmer, papers with cross I signed

On deck I look up at the sails unfurled and unfilled
Ponderous propulsion, wind hidden identity breeze stilled
Powerful beast of the sea rides waves with lazy lilt
Its motion stirs my stomach with every tilt

[Muttado1sb]

Nicely done, Parkinspoet! Captured from the viewpoint of one of the impressed pulls you in to see and feel it happen!

[Parkinsonspoet]

Thank you an interesting word that needed a poem

[MHenry]

There is that word again, but this time brought to life by the poor, pressganged sailor! Very well done, Pp!

[Parkinsonspoet]

Thank you- I have in mind that this is the first of perhaps 3

[RhymeLovingWriter]

I agree - nicely turned - and I'm even more excited now that you've hinted there is more to come! Looking forward to it!

[DWAYNE]

Dancing diction here.

Love how you paint a picture!

[Parkinsonspoet]

Thank you RLSW and Dwayne