Sailors warning to those who "feel the call of the tide".
Sea Fever.
From liquid glass to boiling foam,
moody sea can gentle be,
or scream out her commands.
with restless need for exclusivity
she drowns attempts
to flee her reprimands.
Savage mistress she.
Neptune's wife skirts coast, performs
at times with veiled smiles, teasingly
beguiles the unwary, winning
love with tricks of fickle heart,
sometimes she strips,
storming naked with fury,
as tortured performance begins.
Savage actress she.
Watch now as her fever unchains
hellish waves, terrifying highs reach
tempestuous wilful holds,
changed only by a whim of her own,
and when calm she can become
hypnotically transformed.
Savage dancer she.
Love of sea is life-long, and remains
alluring as a mermaid's kiss,
and always as unyielding.
Savage sweetheart she.
Go to her then,
stay awhile coastal child.
Sea fever is addictive more than gold.
But beware, leaving her
will drive you wild.
Her siren call imprisons
with leg-irons in salty strangle-hold.
Savage jailor she.
I am caught by the sea fever more by your poem than by the sea itself though I see sea everyday! Wonderful effect as natural as the sea in action I feel reading your nice poem!
it reminded my of Anabelle lee. well, I guess sea team. but also, the first and second stanza, kind of had the feel. I like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 :)
This is a wonderfully and quite beautifully expressed poem, Fay, and for those of us with an unceasing love of the sea, it was a great pleasure to read such a fascinating and awesome poem as this. Carl.
i love the sea so told with beautiful words
Oooooo you have created such powerful moods with your atmospheric picture and poem I feel captured by sheer beauty and terror. An amazing poem Fay love Karin