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Frederick and Geraldine (Part 2)

That ship used to carry passengers and some cargo.
‘Twas cozy and elegant for the ladies’ travel.
The outdoor spaces and the suites were cleaned by Fargo.
Its furniture and artworks were dreams to unravel.

 

They had tobacco, Indian spices, and old wine,
Making sure that the passengers wouldn’t miss anything.
Searching for food and water, when the stars started to shine,
Freddy hired Maya because she knew to do everything.

 

Maya was an old woman having black eyes and white hair,
And she had a deep, long scar above her upper lip.
The crew got ready to leave the port, feeling despair
In waiting for the last passengers to board the ship.

 

”She will prepare the meals as a woman of the sea.
She will help you give birth to the child when the time will come.
Why do I sometimes feel like someone is watching me?
He always appears in my way; those moments I’m numb.

 

He’s a tall and a lean man dodging out of my way.
He has three daggers and a gold ring with a boom skull.”
”Sulim said something about a sea wolf, ” ”What did you say? ”
”Ask Sam to follow him, and to put him in a lull.”

 

”It’s dangerous to follow him, ” ”Now, where is his ship? ”
”Near wild shores or isolated places, well hidden.
Due to my accident, I left the army swords that rip.”
”I left my home for you, ‘ cause this love was forbidden.”

 

(She started to cry while thinking that her father died because she left the home without his approval to marry Frederick. While crying, she fell asleep. Frederick fell asleep while being worried about their future.)

The ship had left the port two hours before Geraldine
Said, ‘’I feel that I’ll never turn back here again! ”
She passed through the waiting line formed to use the latrine.
Suddenly, she heard a thunder in that rush of rain.

 

They had insufficient fuel, but enough food to last
Until their arrival in Çanakkale; the kitchen
Was quite large and Maya started to cook very fast.
”Maya, what smells so good? ” She said, ” the last fried chicken.”

 

Ibrahim was seventeen years old, and he helped them
Prepare the breakfast for the passengers; he entered
To bring a basket of coal and jet. ‘’It looks like a gem.”
He took a coal into his hand to see if it was splintered.

 

”It is increasingly difficult to sleep at night, ”
Geraldine said; the ship was sailing forward slowly.
The waves were small, and a galleon came into their sight.
It had the color of those waters being shoaly.

 

‘Twas a commercial one sailing in the same direction.
A gust of wind ruffled her hair and snatched her blue bow.
The splashing waves with the rain drops were in the connection.
That ship was sailing fast, but none of their sailors knew how.

 

Maya took the kettle of water coming to a boil;
Prepared some bread with butter and some cheese for the people-
Twenty passengers and fifteen sailors freed from toil.
The bells that rang were like those being in a steeple.

 

There was a bang as the ship might have been hit by a reef.
Sam had looked up and had said that the square sail
Deteriorated slightly in the wind; then, the chief
Asked Sam to repair it.”There are two techniques that never fail.”

 

”Do you see that ship in the distance, on the horizon? ”
”It must be a Spanish galleon bringing cocaine
Laced with some wine, ” said Brisbon whose face was wrinkled and wizen.
”They sail across the Pacific Ocean from New Spain.”

 

”They’re longer, lower and narrower, with a square tuck stern
And have snouts projecting forward from the bows below
The forecastle level.” They forced their eyes to discern
The sun rising and making the water have a golden glow.

 

” These galleons are fast and very maneuverable.
They enable the seamen to sail closer to the wind, ”
Said Fargo.”Old ship’s problems are innumerable.”
Freddy said, ” a thought of buying a new ship is in my mind.”

 

Mary had nine cannons to defend against the pirates.
The passengers lived in large cabins having low ceilings.
This carrack was steered by Sam, the best between pilots.
Three decks and the crew’s quarters made it look as a building.

 

Their quarters and the captain’s house were on the upper deck.
With a long boat and a shallop, this carrack was safe.
The kitchen was near the cabins; the food they could check.
The food didn’t push people against the restraints to chafe.

 

This vessel had hatches to be used between the floors.
On the lower deck, near the cargo, ’twas the gun room.
There, they stored some guns and powder hidden behind the locked doors.
Their scent was blurred by the salt and by the ladies’ perfume.

 

The waves and the missing light made this deck cold and damp
For flour, biscuits, dried meats, and vegetables, water and beer.
The seamen entered in that place using a small lamp.
One by one, Sam and Sulim were moving the rudder to steer.

 

The capstan used to heave up the anchor placed at the bow.
The binnacle stood directly in front of the wheel.
Through the compass, to have a night vision it could allow.
The magnetic deviation they could see and feel.

 

The sailors used the hourglass to measure their duty time
An astrolabe helped them see the position of the stars.
Their chip board measured the speed during the stormy clime.
The Cross staff was skillful to see those ships of the wars.

 

”Give me the quadrant to see the dawn star’s altitude! ”
Freddy told Sam, ”Why did you choose to buy a carrack? ”
”Provisions for long sails, but I can’t say with certitude.
It’s stable in heavy seas and helpful during attacks.”

 

‘Did you hear about der Eyck? ” Continued Frederick.
”His instrument for longitudes and latitudes is new, ”
Said Arturo, a Spanish passenger, ” it’s not a trick.”
”I’ll buy the Plantius’ version for me and for my crew.”

 

(to be continued…)

 

 

 

Love

I am a wraith

Fanning away at your bedewed forehead

A gentle breeze in a window less room

 

Sometimes

I am a fluttering heart beat

A flitting thought

A joyous song

 

I am a mist

Rising and falling

With each breath
Living in utterances
losing myself in silences
I am a shadow

Melting happily into contours
I fall as tears from adoring eyes

And dart back quickly

To snuggle between supple lips

(Geraldine was walking on the deck while waiting nervously for Fredrick. Suddenly, he appeared while speaking quickly and gesturing.)

”I’ve waited for you all day long to come up with some fuel.”
”I went to buy charcoal, water, and outdoor lamp oil.
At a crossroad, I’ve seen a stage driver who has been so cruel
To whip his horses to run faster; the oil spilled on the soil.

He drove a stagecoach; my horse was frightened by the sound
And my trolley overturned. I had to come back to buy
Again three barrels of oil.” ”That oil spilled on the ground, ”
Said Geraldine, ”the money has gone, and this is not a lie!

I don’t ask you to tell me where you’ve really spent the money.
It makes no sense to ask you for the truth. Is she beautiful?
Did you have a good time? To wash laundry in public, honey,
You may bring her here. This way, you can be dutiful.”

”I love you, ” screamed Frederick, ” so, you think you’re funny.”
”Well, I may be funny although I’m never stupid.”
He held her, ”I sold some jewels. Take the money.
I could lie to you, but you’re the one. I’m down with Cupid.”
”Do you remember that man having a ring with a skull? ”
”You’ve met him in Constantinople, ” ”I’ve met him here, too.
He was in that stagecoach liking this way his horses to cull.
He laughed saying, ”I’m a captain in search for my crew.” ”

”Frederick, I want to return home at Khadjibey.
Do you remember when we’ve met in the port and you
Gave me an emerald cut on a gold ring shining at the ray? ”
”I’ve asked you to marry me, ” ”I love you; you know it’s true.”

”Then why do you want to turn back home? ” ”You know I’m scared.”
” This is our chance. If we turn back in that unknown trading port
For slave markets, I will not survive; I’m not prepared
To ask the sanjak bey some protection and a lot of support.

I am an Italian and I’ve seen so many things.
I saw the terrible fate of those becoming galley-slaves,
The women enslaved being sexually abused, in sufferings,
But someone living in Khadjibey is a plow and a scythe. ”

” Is this artwork painted by Paolo de Matteis or not? ”
Asked Francesca while coming to them. ”What are you doing here? ”
”We really like to admire that splendid island a lot.”
”Shall we offer them a string instruments’ concert, Chiara dear? ”

Khadjibey was controlled by the Ottoman Empire
As a part of Yedisan in the Silistra Province.
To build a fortress named New World was the Turks’ desire.
Carla said, ” This meeting has been chosen by The Providence.”

Carla concluded that Geraldine was an American,
But Geraldine did not understand the confusion.
She learned Spanish from the Jews, who were Spain citizens
Coming to the Empire to avoid the conversion.

”My father lost a lot because of the plague and the disaster, ”
Said Miguel, ”a half of my wealth has been gone in the warfare.
We thought to immigrate to a new world which was moving faster
Than this one in which we were living as those lost in the nightmare.”

Cruz asked him, ”Why didn’t you try your chance for a new life? ”
”I wasn’t strong enough, and my son died in this war made
For the Spanish succession after the King Charles’ death; my wife
Still grieves for her unique child; our life cannot be repaid.”
” In Gibraltar, the property that had been taken
By force became a British one; we moved to Barcelona.
The power balance mirrored those widows standing forsaken.
Let’s cheer this Grand Alliance! It’s as the sun’s light corona.”

” The Anglo and the Dutch kings used the navy to open
The Strait of Gibraltar needing the naval power
In the Mediterranean zone.” ” Guess what was broken? ”
Asked Bella, ”I think it’s about our transatlantic economy shower.”

”By the Treaty of Constantinople, our Russian
Forces had been withdrawn and Zaporozhia lost all
The army protection, ” said Ivan, ”then, our discussion
Was to sell our goods and to leave a life that apart could fall.”
”In the Holy League, Russia joined Austria and Venice
To drive the Turks and to sign a treaty with Poland, ”said Cruz.
”Those horses have never met the steppe, ” said Ivan, ” became a menace,
”Leopold The First was helped by the Turks that Partition could refuse.”
(Geraldine and Erica were talking on the deck.)
”His father had been a soldier that came home after many
Years of serving the czar; he found that his wife had died and
Ivan had lived with an aunt that spent money but didn’t have any.”
For a few minutes, Geraldine was speechless and stunned.

”Erica, why did his mother die? ” ”She was the wife of a serf.
She was a subjugated slave laboring for a lord.”
”Was she beaten? ” asked Geraldine while dampening her scarf.
”She had been raped before she took her own life with his sword.”

”Who’s sword? ” ”The lord’s sword! He was drunk when he beat and raped her.”
”It was a matter whether she overcame the pressure
Of the peasant village where this mother lived not to err.
She died, but I’m sure she loved Ivan without measure.”

His father took Ivan home and worked a part of that lord’s land
As a serf, barely leaving time to cultivate
The land allotted to him while taking care of his child.
Ivan didn’t go to army but asked me to immigrate.”

(Erica, Ivan’s wife, ended the conversation while starting to cry.)

(To be continued…)

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Frederick and Geraldine (Part 7)

Chiara, Arturo’s wife, approached them together with
Lucca and Francesca, the other Italian pair
Saying, ”Is Quare’s invention real? I think it is a myth.”
” His barometer measures the pressure of the air.”

Chiara wore a red big gown, with lace trimming the low,
A green velvet mantel, which was lined with some ermine,
Square neckline and sleeves, which were gathered at the elbow.
She spoke well Italian, Spanish, and German.

Italians wanted to disembark at Syracuse.
Bella and Miguel traveled to Barcelona home.
To find a new home, Naimah and his son had an excuse.
Out of their Turkey’s limit, through the storms, they would roam.

Tia, Athan, Megan, and Karsten would disembark
At Selanik, an Ottoman province, where Ahmed
The Third was reigning while his war was a fire in the dark.
They were Greeks being born during the reign of Mehmed.

Marco and Rosa, Cruz and Pedra, Pedro and Carla
Were Portuguese pairs coming home from America.
They had bought from the Pueblo Indians some ollas.
They gave one to the Russian pair, Ivan and Erica.

Ivan said, ”Tell me something about these Indians.”
Carla said, ”Their belief means dualism; they eat corn.
Some of them became Catholic due to the Spanish civilians.
They think they emerged from the underwater space to be born.”

Carla wore a black cap, having a veil, and a green gown
Patterned with acorns and flowers, and her sleeves were caught
With jeweled clasps on the lace at the elbow; her eyes were brown.
”The water is fresh in the ollas; I like their color a lot.”

She asked Ivan’’ Now, where do you go? ’’ ‘’We left the war.’’
”Ahmed and Peter the First! ” replied Cruz, ” tell me something,
How could you reach Constantinople after coming from a far ”
Zone? ””I do trade with them, but this war destroyed everything.”

”Did you lose everything you had? ” Marco asked Ivan.
”To make business in Turkey, I sold all my Russian goods.”
Erica tried this conversation to enliven,
”In Portugal, we’ll search for a job in cities and hoods.”

Marco wore a banyan with a patterned lining; his cuffs
Were embroidered in gold; his justacorps and stockings
Over his breeches were red like Rosa’s shoes and muffs.
All of them wore periwigs and talked a lot while walking.

(to be continued)

Poem by Marieta Maglas

Freedom

Dreams and visions of the night,
formed from memories and wishes,
series upon series, night after night,
a nightmare holds me captive,
I pray for freedom, freedom from my fears…
living each day fighting demons in broad daylight dressed like angels, temptresses! taking my mind captive and corrupting the innocence of my thoughts
so long till an idea is born…simple but powerful,

I give it a little of my time here and there and it finds its way to the front of my mind
becoming so powerful and overwhelming.

All I want is a way to bring down the demons (or angels?)
dressed alluringly and seductively
but it is no marvel, for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.
And with this my idea is full blown
and I have a way out.

Creativity is the Mother of Invention

The world in which we live in
This beautiful place which we belong to
It’s so beautiful and so colourful
But we always lack to see beauty of it
and we continue to live life which is so regretful

This is the one life we have
We have to live it to the fullest
Not with happenings or desire of others
But with the intention which truly inspires us.

We have to live this life
We have to create this life
This life is ours and only ours
We need to realize this first

It’s said that creativity is the mother of invention
But it depends solely on individual intention
If we are clear with our own destination
It doesn’t matter than how much we got rejection

Live this life as if you are the King
Spend the luxuries as if you are the Queen
It all start with the only Intention
If we just keep on thinking
Then there is no end for this perspiration.

(c) AZAM SIDDIQUI

You are my only Love

There is always someone
in the middle of life
which is like a light
in the dark black night

Someone whom u feel so comfortable
with whom you can be yourself
there is always one in the life of all
the one with whom
you just want to hang around.

The one who is whole world to you
with whom you just don’t need to be you
its just because the understanding is so deep
the company of which you always need

With you I always feel so comfortable
my life is so complete
by just thinking you are around
you are my love, you are my life,
with you I can spend happily my whole life

Your love has taught me to live
It is the only way for which I take breath
If you are not around, I always feel you
No matter if you are not around
I can always feel your presence all around

You are my Love you are my destiny
Without you being my side
I just cannot imagine the autumn breeze
Just because of you I think I am alive

There is always someone in everybody’s life
It’s just you for which I am alive
And I cannot imagine my life without you
My Love is only you and my life is only you.

©AZAM SIDDIQUI

Scattered Verses

 I am an unknown sculptor

I am in love with the clay

of your unfinished pristine statuette.  

 

I am alone and sad

Feather of love came to rescue me

Suddenly a smile visited me.

 

Dreamy wings took me high

Sun and moon went for a ride

Pearls of tears rained down.

 

The sweet leisurely flying hours

Sketching rainbow colours on the azure sky

and dancing in undisturbed delight.

 

Dreams are riding on illusions

Mundane life stretch to embrace

Desires are falling leaves of autumn season.

 

Tears reflecting hues of pain

The resonating smile light of soul

A beautiful contradiction conceals all.

 

© Maya Dev jan 2015

 

 

 

While the bud butterflies melt their wings
Within the light red poppy chain,
The pink-gray clouded, sad sunset rings.
In this lost sky, the sun’s light vein
Is almost thrown in a bloody rain.
The leaving sun abandons the sky
For the moon, and in the cricket crawl
The leaves of the oaks whisper ‘good bye’,
While the coming night has a dark shawl.
She looks at the stars with a black eye.
The sun and the stars find synergy,
In the regolith on the moon,
But with helium fusing energy,
This moon looks like a big balloon,
Or like a fragile, silky cocoon.
And like those thoughts enveloped in words,
Or like angels carrying their pure love,
Are the Feathers of the Holy Birds
In that rain dropping the divine globes
On the strong souls needing love rewards.
Any epistemological sphere
Is pouring up to the Holy Book,
Or is falling down to disappear.
The reverse arch gets a killer look.
Tries to provide fragrance of fear.

The fluid, wicked waves draining in sight
On Earth to meet at infinity
Are like the dark rays in the pure light.
Light rays are arches of Trinity,
While dressed in wind seems to be the night.

Stars are candles and night lights them all,
The colors withdraw in the last light.
In the black darkness, they look so small.
The dream seeds germinate for a fight,
Becoming real while breaking their wall.

© copyright Marieta Maglas