Open Poetry #1 |
The Sea's Safe Harbour |
Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
my love and I went to the sea wrapt in our skintight coats, planted feet up and down beach where children built fortresses and battled half-dreamt goblins. we walked up and down, wrapped our limbs where bare skin touched; the sun melted on our faces. the children went home to teas of peas and chicken breasts. my love and I remained alone on a beach grown silver white and inky black; the loving moon stript our bodies the brine of our mouths swept with the sea. the sea swept in; the moonlight grinned; my love slept breathlessly. later I climbed the lookout gleaming white and dark and watched the ease of him into the vast gut, baring the sea's salt throat. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Wow - I didn't know this side of you, Sea. Beautiful. |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
thank you, Severn! However, I was trying to end the poem on a slightly morbid note. The final two stanzas are meant to imply that "my love" falls asleep on the beach and is drowned by the incoming tide; is this clear in the poem or am I being too vague?? I would love any suggestions on how to finish this so that it is still beautiful but with the suggestion of death/murder colouring it. Help?? |
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