a pirate queen I’d like to be.
September 24, 2008
I think I’d like to be a pirate.
I can paint pictures in my head of swords and tall ships and pirate flags a flyin’. And sometimes I can feel the roll of the ocean and taste the salt in the air. I can hear their songs and cannons ringing out in the night and their longings for merchant ships and adventures and a lawless life at sea sneak into my childlike imagination.
Yes, I think I’d like to be a pirate.
Or maybe stories about Anne Bonny and Mary Read just make me feel brave. Or it could be that I’ve listened to Jimmy Buffett’s issues with aging one too many times. Or perhaps I think that Blackbeard could have stolen my heart along with the rest of his treasures.
Then again, maybe I’m just a bit of a dreamer. A dreamer that wouldn’t mind billowing blouses, barefeet on boatdecks, or sunsets out at sea.
This post inspired by my future first mate and The Ballad of the Pirate Queens by Jane Yolen.
September 24th, 2008 at 9:52 pm
Regardless of the inspiration this fun to read and imagine being there. I taste salt and my hair feels alittle stickie.
September 24th, 2008 at 10:32 pm
I would be a pirate just for the booty.
That’s right, I went there.
October 3rd, 2008 at 1:30 am
Emily… pirates kill people and don’t take showers. They are also stuck on boats…. not able to swim in the open waters. Do you really think you’d make a good pirate? Ok… leave it to me to spoil dreams. sorry.
October 3rd, 2008 at 1:37 am
i wrote that post… not stephen