I think one day I'd like to take a trip
through time, back to the eighteenth century,
and find myself the Captain of a ship,
discovering new lands across the sea.
If I could be a Neptunist of note,
my life would be one full of joy and pride;
I'd look resplendent in my naval coat,
my name a household word, both far and wide.
And yet, the cost would be so very great,
of forcefully invading foreign lands.
To subjugating folk, I don't relate,
I'd rather not have blood upon my hands.
The present is the place I need to be,
content to navigate this century.
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Author Notes
Today's word: Neptunist (n.) a sailor or mariner.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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