She
pulls
She pushes
She splashes
She teases
She pushes
She splashes
She teases
She beckons
She cajoles
As she leaves trails of droplets
and laughter
As she leaves trails of droplets
and laughter
She’s generous,
And like a cat with a mouse
She leaves behind her,
Wet and bedraggled treasures
She’s warm and inviting
Never sleeps
And always has the last laugh
She
cavorts joyously along the sands
Momentarily settling on broken shells
Before running back to her mother
Before running back to her mother
Today she is a soft, sea green
Highlighted
by masterful strokes of azure and crystalline
Her palette always changing as the winds kiss her waves
Her palette always changing as the winds kiss her waves
Her horizon is serene and still
Like the seven Halcyon days in the summer solstice
When the seas were at peace
And the kingfisher bore her young
A tantalising siren’s song
When the seas were at peace
And the kingfisher bore her young
A tantalising siren’s song
She
is lovingly embraced
And always alluring
She is...
The sea!
© 2013 Francesca Muir
