The Second Mariner

On the swift ocean current calm,

With my hair flowing like the leaves of the Palms,

With a crew of over two hundred men,

Running about like wild pigs in a pen.

 

A thick fog begins to rise from the sea,

A very bad omen wouldn’t you agree?

With blocks of ice putting us to and fro,

A white-washed bird hovering low.

 

Could this be without a doubt,

The Mariner’s Rime come about?

But why here now, of any day,

Did the Mariner choose us to stay?

 

Centuries forth, with vessels of steel,

And an Iron Maiden giving repeal,

With no other thought, I raise my gun,

Three rounds fired for each of my sons.

 

As the snowy bird does fall on its head,

The pure white feathers now stained red,

The crew looks on in shock and awe,

The fog recedes and air turns raw.

 

At first the crew believes it’s a good sign,

But I know that darkness will come in time,

And as the stage does surely set,

Life and Death each one I’ve met.

 

As the angels arrive from the heavens,

This floating slot machine missed all sevens.

All my crew fell down dead,

With blood pooling beneath their heads.

 

Then Life looked down upon me,

Shook her head only to leave me be,

For then the nightmares soon began,

For me there was no promised land.

 

For years on hence I spread the tale,

Of Life and Death on wind and sail.

Not one soul dared turn an eye,

Not even daring a polite goodbye.

 

Now the curse has begun to fade,

I wish to end this escapade;

I want redemption for my sin,

The holy bird’s blood on my chin.

 

So further I travel every time,

Muttering the Ancient Mariner’s Rime,

Was I not the first to be cursed as such?

Coleridge has made me think as much.

 

As I walk once again in an inn,

I spot an old sailor speaking through the din,

Of a tale quite so similar to mine,

Almost fully, line by line.

 

No one listened to his tale but one,

Which was myself with a meal now done,

I spoke with him and asked his age,

He seemed to have lost count after each page.

 

The man wrote stories of his curse,

Like a woman obsesses of what’s in her purse.

He remembers the script, every word,

The passerby think he’s clearly absurd.

 

I tell him he’s not the only one with this fate,

Though I admit, I am a bit late,

He takes in every word I say,

Then nods his head and goes on his way.

 

Now here in the present day,

I speak to those who I may,

Where so few know the tale itself,

The Rime now on a dusty shelf.

 

Where it is no longer read,

So even now, my legend, dead;

But forever I continue my quest,

To get the penance that I request.

 

And soon enough or so I hear,

I will be free to ascend with family dear,

So now I bid thee a swift farewell,

As I spread my tale and wish all well.

 

 

Review:

This is a poem based off the thought of the events of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner repeating themselves in the current day. I used descriptive imagery of the time period, such as Iron Maiden and the boat the narrator traveling on being made of steel. Another difference is that the poem actually makes reference to the original work by Coleridge. The narrator appears to be following a different path, focusing on making sure others hear his story, though none truly listen. The sailor narrating the poem was based off my brother, who is currently in the US Navy.

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The Irish Harp

Thomas Moore’s, “Dear Harp of My Country” talks about the revival of interest in the Irish Harp by the British. It also discusses the dishonor done by the British in using it as a symbol for a conquered land. The narrator of the poem is a man who plays the harp, but deems himself unworthy of such an instrument. The poem makes the history more complex as it is retelling the fall of Gaelic culture through rhythmic lines. The fact that the poem talks about such an unworthiness brings the realization that there may have been a few British citizens who regretted the fall of such musical culture.

-Shaun-Anthony Dewees

Wordsworth of the Modern Day: America, 2017

A Modern imitation of Wordsworth’s poem:

Jefferson! Your declaration has turned against you:

America needs your return; She has become the home of political unrest.

Of corrupted shores: rebellion, terrorism, and insanity,

Seaside, the great country of freedom,

Has revoked her own former glory

Of Democracy. We are our own demise;

Please! Rise from the grave, return to life;

And return us to Freedom, Liberty, and Democracy.

Your writings like a guiding sign, and long forgotten:

You once had a voice that lead to our country’s liberation:

Clear as a cloudless sky, open, unyielding,

So did you wish for this fate,

In regretful acceptance; and yet your heart

At the destruction did not sway.

THE IRON MARINER

Iron Maiden took the poem, “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” and turned it into a song. The band’s version of the poem seemed like romantic poetry due to the rhythm, imagery, and figurative language used throughout the song.

 

Iron Maiden used a rhythm that made it feel as though the song was describing an epic battle scene from a movie. Now, as silly as that remark may sound, take a look at Coleridge’s version. Coleridge made the poem appear somber and depressing, thus making the entirety of the poem seem like the narrator is sad about the whole thing. However, Iron maiden used metal music to make it appear as though the Mariner was going through an act of righteousness. However, it is clear that the interpretations are different due to the different rhythms.

 

Both Iron Maiden and Coleridge use very detailed imagery to describe what is going on in the poem. Just like the rhythm, Iron Maiden makes the narrator seem to feel the complete opposite as he does in the original poem.

 

Figurative Language used in the Iron Maiden song makes the narrator seem to be describing the epic tale of God’s messenger. However, the narrator in Coleridge’s version describes how the mariner is under a dreadful curse.

 

These three factors equally help the Iron Maiden song to appear like romantic poetry, despite being completely opposite of the original poem.

-Shaun Dewees

Extra Credit

The presentation reminded me of the cartoons used for the most recent blog post assignment. In the cartoon, there were two shores, on one shore was the British in a seemingly dire situation due to lack of jobs and multiple political struggles going on at the time. On the opposing shore, an African community is enjoying life. On the British shore, one man attempts to look at the Africans using a telescope to see what is truly going on over there. Naturally the cartoon itself is a statement regarding slavery but, change it ever so slightly and it makes a perfect correlation to the presentation, which was regarding climate change and endangered species.

Turn the British shore into a shore of factories from any part of the world with, say, lumber mills and such along with an extremely tall tombstone with the word “endangered” at the top. It would represent the steady decline of climate across the world due to air pollution and lumber mills cutting down forests, allowing endangered species to die off. On the opposite shore however, which this can be confusing since I said every part of the world could pertain to the factory side, is a bustling forest. In this case it would be the reserve that is under construction in New Zealand as a way of keeping at least part of the island safe from invasive species. On this shore, endangered animals could roam without worry of being extinct and the climate is near perfect. It’s the perfect description of Globalization of companies vs. The fight against climate change.