Throwback Thursdays! We’re bringing back some of our favorite pieces from the last 30 years of Scribendi.

The Shipman
J. David McNees- Foothill College – 1990

The shipman reached forth

to a beam on his virtue

Swaying on steady feet

which stand solid on hollow deck.


His ship was of his soul,

and like it so oft,

Could it retch in its rapture

of unknowing calamity.


His heart was of none but many,

yet for only one, so true;

Devoted to a rara avis

that flew beautifully over his wreck.


He pulled himself up to find

his bird with such soft

feathers as to make him blind

to the treachery of the sea.


The breeze of her wings in his heart

far more powerful than ever a sea wind blew,

It gathered him so, he would say to his men

who were none: “With her be our direction of trek.”


Ebullient of heart, he would offer his ship,

or to fly with her-his soul aloft;

Yet from him, she took only his love

and strayed n’er far from his plea.