Got a sailfish; 101 inches long, but no marlin that day. Poem seems rough of rhyme. HELP! Is the story line clear? Should I delete the honeymooners? Is it OK to have the rhythm bounce around like that? All suggestions appreciated. Dewell
DOLPHINS AT PLAY
We roar out of Mazatlán Bay
with November dawn a-new
on a pewter sea, a soft-soft sea,
in search of the marlin blue.
Five lines trail in a wide white wake,
the captain eyes the west.
He pilots White Star holding true
while the deck hand swigs a brew.
The honeymooners swoon and coo.
I sit tight, belted for the bite,
eager for a fight, any fight.
Time drags. A sailfish will do.
A dash of black off starboard bow
peals out and disappears,
back in a flash, jet black flash,
and its mate on larboard nears.
In the blink of an eye, a weathered eye,
we spy an hundred times three
sounding deep and leaping high,
countless dolphin chatter with glee.
The bride hangs over the starboard rail,
the groom holds heel and tail,
the jesters leap, laugh and screech
staying just an inch out of reach.
At a signal from none they end their fun
and ghost away into the heft.
With spirits high we bid them bye
and thank them for their wondrous gift.
Memories fade and dreams are staid
but the company three and dolphin glee
are now and forever a part of me.
-Dewell H. Byrd
DOLPHINS AT PLAY
We roar out of Mazatlán Bay
with November dawn a-new
on a pewter sea, a soft-soft sea,
in search of the marlin blue.
Five lines trail in a wide white wake,
the captain eyes the west.
He pilots White Star holding true
while the deck hand swigs a brew.
The honeymooners swoon and coo.
I sit tight, belted for the bite,
eager for a fight, any fight.
Time drags. A sailfish will do.
A dash of black off starboard bow
peals out and disappears,
back in a flash, jet black flash,
and its mate on larboard nears.
In the blink of an eye, a weathered eye,
we spy an hundred times three
sounding deep and leaping high,
countless dolphin chatter with glee.
The bride hangs over the starboard rail,
the groom holds heel and tail,
the jesters leap, laugh and screech
staying just an inch out of reach.
At a signal from none they end their fun
and ghost away into the heft.
With spirits high we bid them bye
and thank them for their wondrous gift.
Memories fade and dreams are staid
but the company three and dolphin glee
are now and forever a part of me.
-Dewell H. Byrd