Tuesday Tunes – Poetry Through Music, #19, 2016


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[Inspired by Winter Aid’s “The Wisp Sings”:]

In her sleep, she turns, sighs

gentle as a sleeping babe, hair washed out

around her – fluid as her form, her temperament.

For easy to anger, this goddess blue; a darker side

she holds beneath the surface skin of waves:

the deep of Mother Ocean.  Respect her

and she permits minnow-like humans pleasure

over her watery dermis, allows play

of surfers and boaters and toil, even, of fishermen,

reaching beneath, under her skin to her children

who thought themselves safe until netting;

until point of spear or hook into skin.

None can blame this goddess blue when she swells

with anger, fills her incomparable self with lust

for retribution, as oil, as waste pollutes her veins.

Then, not even beaches are safe, nor homes beyond them.

Man scatters, memories shattered by tidal rage,

the remnants dragged out to a liquid grave, sunk

to sandy rest with bones of sailors, broken hulls of ships.

Oceanic wrath subsides, though; slumber

overcomes the goddess blue again and she settles

back to calm; sighs and withdraws into ever watchful sleep.

[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]