08-11-2012, 12:42 PM
from "The Devyls Wake" - a play I am still writing... some of the info here is expository.
I scan the sea’s complexion for a sign
Of ivory sail and hull of purest pine
Oh, mother would collapse if she should know
A mariner and soldier were by beau
A pretty torment thus did I design
Iago, you should see the endless line
Of gilded, foppish, would-be royal swine
Their brackish manners make your mem’ry glow
I scan the sea.
With Desdemona fair they would combine
Her father’s choice, a lad without a spine.
Remember? Brainless Signor Roderigo?
Though she is sad the Moor saw fit to go.
Our hearts and eyes both trace that endless line
We scan the sea.
I scan the sea’s complexion for a sign
Of ivory sail and hull of purest pine
Oh, mother would collapse if she should know
A mariner and soldier were by beau
A pretty torment thus did I design
Iago, you should see the endless line
Of gilded, foppish, would-be royal swine
Their brackish manners make your mem’ry glow
I scan the sea.
With Desdemona fair they would combine
Her father’s choice, a lad without a spine.
Remember? Brainless Signor Roderigo?
Though she is sad the Moor saw fit to go.
Our hearts and eyes both trace that endless line
We scan the sea.
the Devyls wake, is also an excellent title for a play, this isn't feedback by the way, i'm just fawning 
