Carnival On the sea We were excited by the Lack of what we saw Because the ports of call were Infinite in architecture and intrigue And so we rued a little Navigating towards a home Until the sight of land Invigorated our resolve We felt with glee The salt air sting and our Imaginations burned Hotter than starlight The twisting channels made Manoeuvres more complex and trained A different kind of sinew Novel territories After we set foot Had charms that cut and Polished and occasionally Dazzled us to dust And as we strayed We argued over whether We were more or less unrecognisable, Whether now the ocean Lost its lustre Or the carnival had sapped our nerve ________________________________________________________________________ |