Down the dunes I roved; in tow
The heady scent of petals, grow
Under the steady sun; Below
The sand wore ever on!
To my first mate’s credit, she
Worked the crew to a right frenzy!
When down the rime-caked shore did we
Find there my bonny lad!
Five nights from the wedding morn!
His hair braided thick,
A coral rose did his breast adorn,
And so we hauled ashore!
Cried my first mate; Up went the flags!
“Get those tents up, you Scallywags!”
My bonny lad crouched low
As I opened bags
Of flowers fair and spices true
Came his gasp, hands delving down
To grasp at the hidden, woven crown
“For me, O Captain?”
He giggled at my frown
And my cheeks did grow ever rosy
Said I to my crew and love,
Brow sweaty, chest heaving under hot sun above,
“When all’s cool shade
We’ll sing thereof!”
So I kissed my husband-to-be
Went the Sun!
Came the Moon!
Went the casks
From Berries of June!
Came the lights!
Went my lover
Red with night’s gaiety!
Of hot sand; winds carving our skin
Voices hoarse from shouting over the din;
Weeks out from our port
Did we finally win
My bonny lad’s fair heart
Did my crew, my first mate and my heart!
Had I spent near one more month apart
From those lips, hips and cheeks
To and fro my eyes dart!
I’d have pitched into desert bluffs!
The week’s end was fast upon us
The crew and first mate gave no fuss
They set up the arch
And held every cuss
As my fiance’s family arrived
To our boat, their ship seemed too rich;
A silver swan’s head on its prow, which
To my Captain’s eye did pitch
That his family’s wealth was sublime
Spoke the cool wind from his mother’s tongue,
As if it were a cannon; from which she flung
The cruelest of barb:
“You are a Mung.
But my boy loves you, so…”
Father gave cheers to my first mate and crew;
From his days on the sand seas, most he knew,
And his wife’s jabs meant little as his smile grew
And he embraced me as his own
Came the silver!
Went the food!
‘Til stomachs did brood!
Came the flowers!
Went the calls!
The hills and the walls
Was my husband to me
And his family tree
Now kept roots with mine
On the sands
Went my crew, first mate and all
At the prow stood my lover
Dressed for the Fall
I stood at the wheel
Dressed in wedding shawl
And the sands wore ever on
Came the sails
Went the cries
kegs of wine!
Went we; hence