‘We Return’ by Christian J. Weaver The Society September 19, 2021 Beauty, Poetry 4 Comments . Raise your quill to the sky like a madman’s harpoon— Super tempered in blood and the blackest of wine Is the blade of our mania, flashing and white As a lightning bolt fresh from the night. Raise your quill to the sky like a madman’s harpoon— Dare the lightning itself to descend with a flash… Raise thy sword to the heavens, as fearless and brash As a thunderbolt’s terrible crash. Raise your quill to the sky like a madman’s harpoon— Though as fated for death as old Ahab himself We return from the womb of that watery hell With unsinkable riches to sell. . . Christian J. Weaver, who is currently incarcerated, has been writing rhymed poetry since the early 1990s. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 4 Responses D.G. Rowe September 19, 2021 I like it. Exciting, hard driven muscular diction, deft prosodic arragement. Nothing bland, prosaic, or obviously dull in description about the piece. Has an air of Gothic mystery creeping through the cracks. Wicked Good, my fellow. Right up my street! Nice one! Cheers. Reply Paul Freeman September 19, 2021 A bit enigmatic in places for me, but as D.G. says, a robust and exciting piece of writing. I was reminded of sea shanties. I’ll read it again at my leisure for a deeper imprint. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 19, 2021 Christian, I love the whole feel of your poem. I love it because it encourages everyone to get their words out there with a boldness and bravery that our current world lacks. I love it because you know that the written word holds power that’s mightier than the sword and wielding words of truth is the only way to go. Words are a powerful medium, which is why those opposed to freedom want to burn our books. It’s poems like these that shout out exactly why freedom of speech means so much. Thank you! Reply Margaret Coats September 20, 2021 Beautifully written, Christian. It seems that whaling is an associated comparison put forward by “harpoon” and “Ahab,” but the repeated imperative is “Raise your quill.” The poem must be about writing. And as whalers return with “unsinkable riches to sell,” writers return with “unsinkable riches to tell.” Glad to see your return to this site after more than year since your earlier poem. This one is much richer. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.