Sail Those Seas But Don't Kill The Albatross. ps I Love You

by Ben Pickard   Apr 11, 2018

I hear ships sail without a whisper of wind
where you have gone. I hear the waves part
for the prow like they still roll in the rapture
of Moses' hands,

and the albatrosses are abundant...

The crew have wings, don't they? And
golden harps herald every morn with
a melody that sprinkles the waves' crests
with gold dust.

I hear so many things, but if only one is true -


sail those seas and never come back.


Ben Pickard 2018


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  • 5 months ago

    by Brenda

    I like this a lot Ben. It's so dream like in its visuals. A place that does sound heavenly indeed. I think I want my loved ones to go to such a place when they pass. Well done my friend!

  • 5 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I have read this whilst offline a few times Ben and no words I've tried to write seem fitting in my humble opinion but right now all I can think to say if the grass is not always greener on the other side and has Ruth Jones asks in the ad about her new books 'what if the grass is not greener on the other side but just another shade?'
    Take care
    Em x

    • 5 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Great comment, Em; got me thinking.

      Take care and thank you

  • 5 months ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    I love it when you throw us a curveball Ben. I can't make head nor tail of this and the title confuses me further still ... and yet ... I love your phrasing and language as well as the mystery of the piece. Not sure about a sea burial - it felt more like 'I love you, but also hate you ... go forth to the sea and don't bother coming back!' Lol
    Very thinky! :-) x

    • 5 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      The title was in relation to Coleridge's Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, Kitty. He killed an albatross and things when wrong for him from then on - hence the term 'albatross round your neck'. As for the theme, I suppose it's almost heaven at sea and the person who's left is telling them to stay if it's as wonderful as it sounds.

  • 5 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hello Ben,

    There really is something special about the sea. People these days still choose to be buried there. The sea takes people too, its seas engulf and carry poor sailors and passengers to their premature watery graves.

    And here, it feels like a near desperate willingness to retrieve a glimpse, a whisper of a lost loved one - was that a name I heard, or the distant cry of the Albatross?

    Nicely painted - sea salt grey wasn't it? The format is effective too, nicely pacing the poem, slowing the emotional reaction/ response of this reader.

    Take care.

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