The Sleepwalker's Saga: Heroes Set Sail

originally composed Spring of 2006; the first poem that I wrote that I still think is at all decently well composed.

“I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him i’ the cold ground. My brother shall know of it: and so I think you for your good counsel.”
—Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5

Scene I: The Hull Begins to Leak
    I dropped lies.
As they fell, they shifted from perfection,
Blackened, and took on the forms of new-cut diamonds.
Then they hit the mirrored ground and worlds shattered.

Scene II: Compost on the Weeds
    Stones are the teeth of Earth.
One, carefully tossed among heads at harvest-time,
Can bring down righteous enemies;
And forth a new beginning.

Scene III: Day Breaks on Charn
    Serpents, as they whisper, lie...
If I could make him sleep,
A clarity of downy gold
Should bring all to correction.

Epilogue: In the Shadow of the Argo
    My frame, corrupting, shifts;
The rest is silence

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My apologies for the long silence; it’s been a busy Summer; I have dug up more of my old poetry (and am still working on several new pieces) and am resuming the weekly posts until I run out of publishable pieces or else the wedding I am attending in early October interferes.

• Minor edit on 11/15/2025 to add a missing full-stop

Summer is at its height, but before you know it, it will be getting bitter cold, so why not