It isn’t The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, but I sure had fun putting it together. The thought of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner came to mind last night, and then I dug in a bit revisiting the whole superstition on the bad luck of killing an albatross. Needless to say, I wrote a poem about it, haha!
We are but two men; how will we live
The albatross will guide us across the sea
A man licks his lips, thinking of the meat it can give
Don’t kill the albatross, or we’ll cease to be
Waves crash as the weak rigger sings
Emaciated and bemused, he slurs
The albatross lands and rests its wings
Hunger takes over as his vision blurs
You killed the albatross, doomed we are
Water crashes and cracks the ship
It plucked my eyes out, provoking the spar
As the curse of the albatross takes grip
In a glorious crash, the men were swallowed
The ship sails to land with the deck now hollowed
Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!
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