by Vikki Owens
I want to be the face
of an armada,
ten-thousand ships at my finger-tips,
across the sea of my glassy
I want to be the reason for attack,
my lips to kiss bon voyage
to a navy, sails unfurled at my beck and call.
All for my hand in marriage.
Posted on 10/21/2005
Copyright © 2023 Vikki Owens
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/21/05 at 02:37 PM|
...vicki, very nicely done tribute to ol' helen, we men are still led by the dream of being her mister...peace, chaz
|Posted by Amanda L Marron on 02/04/09 at 08:27 AM|
I don't think any woman this day in age could fathom a whole war fought over her.