The sea echoes forth with its weary tide
slowing to lick precious salt from my toes.
Its beating wings build to a crescendo
in spray of white and wind.
The sea sings of carrying me away,
its retreat beckons me forward, to the
watery depths where Poseidon reigns
and justice hangs on a trident.
Cool ripples of watery hands clinging
to my warm flesh, their slippery fingers
struggling to find purchase whilst the ground
holds fast, planting my roots
in the yielding sand. The spray scurries back
to the jaws of the sea, relinquishing
its grasp in mock fear, gathering
reinforcements. To uproot me.
JC
I wrote this a while ago and found it again today. Thought this was the time to post it.
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