Sea-Swell/

 

 

Sea-Swell.

 

The breast of the sea swells tonight
as her efforts to contact, heightened 
by saline heavings break thru her skin
and like inflated plumes high skirts spill
spume then burst showing sea in labour.

 

She roars tries extra pitch to fetch
toward shore, finds efforts checked
then sweeps out once more tumbling
somersaults over herself as grumbling
with submarine thunderings sea is irate.

Bloated, yet moving by no means slow
her bellows ignored foam of billows flow
down watery frills while yells of yield grow
into creating a oneness with oceanic rollers
for thrill of naked consent sea lacks restraint.

    

Sea-Swell intends to bare all tonight
in needed embrace with Spring-Tide.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' .. saline heavings break thru her skin ~~ and like inflated plumes high skirts spill ~~ spume then burst showing sea in labour... .. '

My oh my, Fay! The sight and sounds of the sea will never be the same for me. How you converted its threshing movements, its trills and storms is immensely imaginative.. Language at its best, you've soared into another space here. Brava!