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ArtistSalt-infused watercolor masterpiece, exhausted sea-faring sailors, ragged and weary, clinging to shattered ship remnants, scattered wood, planks, and masts, shipwreck aftermath, storm-tossed sea, deep greens in multi shades, undulating waves, main mast distant with weary sailors, dark moonless night setting, distant ship with stern lantern visible, hidden impressions of burdock plant, intricate details, intricate ink work, oil pastel texture, detailed watercolor technique, artists' influences: Arthur Rackham, Edward Robert Hughes, Monet, Maxfield Parrish, James Holland, ArtStation.
(A poem I wrote long ago with hints as to what the plant Curly DOCK was good for.
You may be surprised if you look it up!)
Many long hours
did they float
upon undulating waters,
to and fro
oscillating with the waves
upon the sea
as they were heaved
further and further
from the scene
where earlier that day
they gambled and lost
a battle, so now
all sorts
of sailors floated
upon debris
slowly swirling--
truly an eerie sight to see.
Captain Richer of Oran
should have heeded the call
of Nick Curly Doc,
Seer from ancient Gaul,
but he had felt the man simply
to be “a strange gent”
so pushed on with these words,
“It’s vital men,
that we heave ho, set sail
to the day I’ve committed,
I’m anti to the score
as Nick has predicted
I’ll wage all that we have up against it
I’ll not heed this ancient dire etiquette,
It’s eruptive! Do cease all this running to Nick,
Quell the itch, and the swelling
Delve deeper, and if below
all the mold and ink stains,
you reveal a truth that is quite plain
beyond on this dark speculation
then perhaps it may ring warm to my heart
and I’ll give consideration
to alter the date that we depart
with much gladness, for the morrow
following the one I have marked,
‘Til then know that all dire prediction
is to me like a de-tonic to the entire system,
and no matter how elephant enticing
it has been spun,
it more than slightly lacks the sound
of credibility rung
Not only that
it smells of old cheese
that needs more than a lemon
to make it palatable to please
even my first mate, Cal
won’t uptake any of it
So, how can you expect me
to swallow even the slightest bit?
A syrup or honey, might
help a tickle or cough,
but nothing would sweeten
any part of this, so from hereon…
I’ll not be deterred by this gent’s
Yellow-bellied attitude,
You can call me coarse-ribbed
mad or rude,
Slight me to heat me to the color of red, Nah!
It’s all the more likely that instead,
I’ll call you blue
either way we’ll push off,
through snow, rain or frost.
And So they departed
on that fateful day--
And all fell victim
as predicted,
beginning with a gale
that suddenly erupted.
The main mast tilted
while emitting low groans
and as it pushed over
there came different tones
somewhat like a sour scream
before the telling crack
in this nightmarish dream
that sent all to go running
as the ship sharply pitched
forward, then backward
the captain’s eye twitched
as his body was heaved
into a string puppet like dance
as he lost his sea legs
along with his balance.
All men on the main deck
were now called to arms
to pull up the ropes and
all of the chains
to right what they could
of these dire antics
from the storm that now raged
utterly manic...
(cont...d in comment below)
