Jake Henson

At once there was a Sailing-Boat, 

A chariot of swift oak frame,

Then skimming upon the river’s throat

They heard the voice proclaim:

Pull on the silvery halyard!

Grasp th’ethereal cords,

Hear the mechanically whispering bard,

With tales of harlequin fjords. 

Walk from our vessel of drudgery

A plank of fracturing joy, 

To swim in an idyllic rosary

And thousands of fishes employ

For infinite trading and trafficking

along rows of celestial scales,

whilst idols and wheels are mimicking

a lattice of unholy grails.

Starlight creeps over the mountains,

To set the attention ablaze,

And five hundred luminous fountains,

Attract the pulsating gaze 

And what of the boat which is sailing? 

The swift-footed ode to the sky,

It carries its crew who are ailing

From an always-devouring eye.