
I am menacing and malicious.
I wonder if I will ever tire of villainy and violence.
I hear gulls screeching as if I have boarded their vessel.
I see an island made of gold, swimming in an ocean of buttery rum.
I want to wade through my vast, valuable spoils.
I am menacing and malicious.
I pretend I am doing good.
I feel like I am King of the World.
I touch the silk of a maiden’s bed.
I worry secretly about dark death
I cry when I think of empty wooden chests.
I am menacing and malicious.
I understand that others find me distasteful.
I say that I deserve what I pillage.
I dream of resting among tall palms or in dark distant caves; resting from my terrible travels.
I hope that the sea is calm and forgiving.
I am menacing and malicious.
October 14, 2009 at 7:02 pm |
I love your art work! Your poem is great as well.
October 21, 2009 at 12:14 pm |
Melissa,
Your poem captures the essence of Black Beard. I love your word selection and images your poetry creates.
The ripped paper collage of Black Beard is fun to look at – especially the beard. Love it. Lisa