Poet Rummager

unnamed Illustration by Poet Rummager

My masts are engulfed in
flames that do not burn. 

Scavenging pirates scatter,
empty-handed, with no booty they yearn. 

St. Elmo, be with me,
a refugee from a hostile land –
a sailor of the sea. 

Let the shadows cast their darkest deeds. 

This torch blazing within is the weapon I need. 

Guide me through waters unstable and stormy. 

Find harbor for all in welcoming lands of sanctuary.

*St. Elmo is the patron saint of sailors.

**St. Elmo’s fire is a weather phenomenon of blue or purple plasma that has the appearance of fire. It’s considered to be a good omen.

This poem was inspired by a conversation I had with FlyTrapMan.

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