For our second week of Poetry we had to rewrite Sea Fever by John Masefield. How this poem came to be a classic I have absolutely no clue. Fair dues, its got a good use of repetition (and a good rhyme scheme) but seriously?! I felt sea-sick just reading its three stanzas. Thankfully I'm able to put my disillusionment to good use as I managed to rewrite it in my own voice. I looked over the Imagist Manifesto and found that I could make this a bit more... interesting. Instead of feeling nauseous I'm hoping this is a respite from some of the poetry I'll have to endure over the coming months.
So here is my draft rewrite of Sea Fever by John Masefield:
I’ve gotta go back
to the blue,
nick a ship
steer the bastard through
that peaceful mass
wind whistling fast
feel the tongue of the fog
greet me once again.
Replying to an unanswered question
I’ve gotta return to the blue,
it’s a bloody addiction, I’ve run out of fags,
its my last time I swear, its calling my name,
the breeze and the white,
the daze,
the seagulls flit shitting all over the waves
washing, wiping my face:
a blistering respite.
Okay,
I promise, I’ll shut up after this,to the blue,
nick a ship
steer the bastard through
that peaceful mass
wind whistling fast
feel the tongue of the fog
greet me once again.
Replying to an unanswered question
I’ve gotta return to the blue,
it’s a bloody addiction, I’ve run out of fags,
its my last time I swear, its calling my name,
the breeze and the white,
the daze,
the seagulls flit shitting all over the waves
washing, wiping my face:
a blistering respite.
but reflected in the sea,
is me, bohemian,
bearded, brute,
long hair scruffy jesus style,
chucking bread at the gulls
high-fiving the whales,
‘cause at the end of the night
sleep seeps through,
woozy dreams wander--
Complete.
As always, any feedback would be appreciated~
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