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Margarita XLIII

Contributed by ramfire on Tuesday, 11th May 2004 @ 05:31:25 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

Now rounding Cape in winter seems bad way.
To sail without regard for rain and waves
is foolish thinking mate and you will pay.
Much better going summer trouble saves.

"Doesn't Captain have the quaintest expression, Jose." "I think he means he'll try to be
back in record time, Rose." Huerra spoke. "How long, Captain?" "Year and half, maybe
sooner." "You wouldn't depart Peralta right away?" " No, sir. There's nearly ninety degrees
of latitude between Peralta and Cape Horn. Summer at Peralta is winter at the Horn. If we departed Peralta right away, we'd very likely reach the Horn during its early Spring, or maybe late winter. Sailing Cape Horn other than its summer is difficult and very dangerous. Leaving
Peralta in the late fall or winter is preferable." Ladies rose from the table -gentlemen pulled
chairs back with courtesy. Senora Hernandez thanked Diego Silva. Margarita showed
Captain Thompson her appreciation with a smile. Rose spoke to her husband. "Jose,
try not to be too late. You know how I toss and turn without you." "Yes, dear. A simple
smoke and brandy, no more." "Margarita move to pass in front of Captain Thompson.
He spoke. " Miss Hernandez, I can't remember ever having a more charming dinner
companion. I look forward to our next meeting." She offered him her hand. " And me
too, Captain Thompson. Come back soon." He put her soft hand to his lips. Surprised,
she spoke. " Mama, your right. This Captain is very gallant." Captain Thompson spoke again holding her hand gently. " I'm just a seaman who knows goodness when he sees it."
Margarita's heart was touched. She spoke softly to him "Goodness is a rare commodity,
Captain. Thank you for such a nice compliment." "I speak but the truth." "Good night
Captain." "Good night, Miss Hernandez." He released her hand. Huerra saw the warm light
in senorita's eyes. He too said good night. She simply nodded her head. Men went to
the library for their cigars and brandy.

Copyright © ramfire ... [ 2004-05-11 17:31:25]
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Re: Margarita XLIII (User Rating: 1 )
by wray on Thursday, 10th June 2004 @ 04:29:54 AM AEST
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Hmm. I've read some very good poems that use dialogue to tell a story but yours really does read like a story. I can't tell whether there's a deeper meaning in here that I can't read or what. I haven't read the previous Margarita poems though so I can't judge. Original though.

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