Come set sail
We’re going to sea
Curious adventure never fail
A need to explore and seeCome set sail
We’re going to sea
We’ll search for a fresh gale
Our souls year to be freeCome set sail
We’re going to sea
We’ll find new fairytales
New deities to pleaCome set sail
© REDCAT
We’re going to sea
When we’re only bones pale
Our grandchildren lives over the sea
In today’s Poetics at dVerse, we’re invited to Come sail. I spent my first years close to the five locks of Borenshult and one of Sweden’s large lakes Vättern, then grew up among the myriad of brooks, streams, rivers, tarnes and lakes in the woods of Bergslagen. Before moving to the Baltic Sea coast.
Let’s just say,
I adore water.
Fresh spring and salty sea.
However-much she sways!
:-)
My favorite getaway (do you remember those?) has long been a stay on a Dutch canal-boat or houseboat. I had planned a writing weekend this summer, but we all know what came of everyone’s plans this year.
I’ve never been on a narrowboat, but if this pandemic ever ends I would love to try.
The world according to RedCat 
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I looked up the Gota Canal, and see it’s called the “divorce ditch”! I can imagine that things could get heated while managing all those locks. I like your repetitive poem – the repetition gives it the feel of a sea shanty, or a nursery game. I like the idea of sailing to find new fairytales.
A lot of grandchildren today live over the sea. Mine are not over the sea, yet 3000 miles away across country! Your love of the sea is apparent here. Good write.
A beautiful piece here and I can feel how much you adore the sea in your words. Excellent imagery as well, it’s very dream-like!
I love your virtual trip that takes us where we wanna be rather than where we are cooped up and scared to go out. Great post. The canal boats of Amsterdam are wonderful… so much to see!
Dwight
Nice one
Much✏love
This has an old style good feel sound to it, made all the more appropriate when you bring the grandchildren in. And they give a purpose to sail.
The shape of your poem looks like rippling water. There is something both maternal and capricious about bodies of water. They draw you in but they can turn on you quick.
Amazing! Really loved the last two lines.
Ahh, this is gorgeous. I loved the photos too.
This has the feel of a chant. Love it.
Fabulous poem and photos! I agree with the commenter above, it read like a chant.
Nothing is better than living close to water… I live close to the sea and it’s so great to be able to just stroll down and watch the water.