Sonnet № 42214
For her he swam with sharks
I could not wait to see the Sea.
To be broken by her swell.
As she does this easily.
With her salty rhythmic spell.
In my mind I reminisce
of playing on her shore.
Sunny days of childhood bliss,
and tide-pools to explore.
But now I do not recognize.
These waters I am in
Nor the priest sent to baptize
beneath his dark-white fin.
"The sun bled well today" was all the Sea would say.
I was led astray, now beneath her waves I stay.
14 comments
i'll stop now.
a ritual of some kind? freshwater bull sharks. interesting.
we've got northern pike. no match, though you need to use a steel leader to catch'em. and chain mail gloves. and shotgun.
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