By Aqsa Ahmed.
There is an albatross
About my person.
Sometimes he flies south,
But returns erelong.
I am afraid he never leaves.
I did shoot at him once,
Regained my hold of the helm
And sailed out.
But guilt crept back and hung around my neck until he healed strong.
I kneel in the dawn,
Just as sunlight begins to trail on my floor and
“Release me from this trammel,
let me swim away merciful albatross.”
But he hovers about my person.
“Oh, strange soul”, says he
“My wandering marinere.
I am tyrannous and strong,
You are haggard
“And I am sorry my little one –
But you do not yet know how to swim.”
*Please note: Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner L.41-42 (all lines it italics hereafter reference this text)
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Featured image credits: “storm waves by Kristian Leov.