Straight Out of the Sea

Straight Out of the Sea

(Straight out of the sea,
Surfing on fresh, white foam,
An impossible cello,
Glowing reddish brown, with
A butterfly-shaped bow,
Begins to play a concerto
In the presence of a female
Who has sprouted butterfly
Wings from her back,
And antennae from her head.)

As the cello begins his song,
The young woman yearns
For a faraway land,
A land where cellos playing
By themselves,
And young women with wings
And antennae are simplicity.

In this lost land,
She was once a princess,
And held before her
A king’s palace and a
Father’s love.

But this princess gave up
All that she held dear,
For the love of one man,
A hard, ambitious sailor,
Who dreamed that one day,
He would be captain
Of the royal fleet!

So she boarded his ship
One night, under cover
Of darkness and stealth,
Outwitting her father’s guards,
And the security around
Her lover’s craft.

The journey was difficult,
Especially for a princess.
She held tight, though.
She hid among the cargo,

Hoping that upon reaching
The final destination,
They would be free
For just a while,
Out of the sight
Of her father’s eyes.

But there was an
Accident before they
Reached their destination.
One of the crew
Was searching for something,
Who knows what,
And found her crouching,
Deep between the boxes.
Immediately fear erupted
In that man’s heart,

Even though he was innocent.
Soon the crew knew of her,
And the game was up.
Rather than risk the death

Of her lover, she swiftly
Allowed the crew to lead
Her to the nearest island
Where they could dump

Her with her reddish brown cello
That played itself with a butterfly
Topped bow. She was never
Recognized or even questioned.

Most ordinary men and women
Of the kingdom had no knowledge
Of the royal family, so there was
No way sailors would know her.

So she stood on the shore
And listened to her cello play,
As the fresh sea foam drifted
In and out on the beach.

(Writer’s Island
Week #22 prompt: (visual))