As twilight falls the ethereal moon
Gently caresses the weary ocean
With her soft golden arms
Angels relax her troubled soul
With soothing, blissful lullabies
While she murmurs her contentment
With quiet ripples and foamy sprays
Faint whispers and mellow sighs
Tiny pearlescent beads of love
And a wispy, iridescent glow.
Mystic al stars erupt like volcanic flowers
Burning blazing craters in the cape of night
Before smouldering like jasmine incense
Suffusing the frothy, dreamy ocean
With plumes of twinkling molten silver.
A celestial ship with calmly billowing white sails
Like the serene wings of a butterfly
Leisurely drifts towards the edge of heaven
And disappears over the peaceful horizon.
Bathed in the swirling rose hued mist of dawn
Stunning mother of pearl sea shells
Slumbering in the gurgling rock pools
Shimmer like miniature aquatic rainbows
As harmonious vanilla crested waves
Like downy angel feathers
Lap the ocean’s lush coconut bay
And caress silken sheets of toasted gold sand.
Shoals of exotic fish dance in picturesque reefs
With gleaming coral and luminescent sea anemones
In sync with the waves rhythmic sway
While blissful star fish and sweet sea roses
Entwine with love and waltz cheek to cheek
In the temperate, harmonious, Â glistening shallows.
The sweet briny breeze playfully ruffles
The bejewelled goddess’s flowing wavy mane
Of sparkling sapphire and emerald
As she basks in the blissful warmth
Of the sun’s flame red halo.
Seagulls cry shrilly as storm clouds gather overhead
Like a troop of soldiers with swords drawn,
Ready to charge fearlessly into battle.
Hungry sharks circle their doomed prey
With glinting, serrated knife teeth
And beady eyes like cold black marbles.
As the manic thunder crashes her angry symbols
And forked tongues of lightening zigzag
From fire breathing dragons across the slate grey sky
The sea suddenly rears up on her hind legs
Like an uncontrollable, ferocious wild stallion
Possessed by the devil
Heart pounding, nostrils flaring,
Teeth gnashing, adrenaline coursing.
Her chameleon mane of hissing, writhing cobras
Stands on end and gradually darkens
To a gloomy, foreboding charcoal
The colour of a ship’s steely hull
Reflecting her changeable mood
Mirroring the raging, brutish sky.
Inconsolable mermaids weep uncontrollably
With ashen hearts and bleeding, torn flesh
Perched on lethal, razor sharp rocks
Their forlorn, poignant tears
Cascading like icy waterfalls
Onto the tragic, porcelain faces
Of youthful and beautiful drowned sailors
Tightly clutched to their ample, heaving bosoms
Wrapped in torn sails, like burial shrouds.
The hungry sea roars like a ravenous lion
Then her powerful jaws cruelly snatch
The tragic, battered corpses from their arms
Before she swallows her prey whole
And drags them victoriously deep down
Into her cold, dark, uncharted depths.
For eternity their restless souls will remain
Chained in her arcane, watery graveyard
Along with skeletal, phantom ships
Carcasses of grotesque sea monsters
Priceless treasure chests, rusting anchors
And long buried secrets
Of legendary, ancient mariners.
Copyright © 2013 Anne D Morgan
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