The breast of the sea swells tonight
As her efforts to rise, heightened
By great heaving breaths break her skin,
And inflated balloons, topped thinly
With spume burst, sea is in labour.
She roars, tries suppressed pitch to gain
The shore, finds her efforts are checked
Then sweeps out once more, tumbling
Somersaults over herself, grumbling
Her submarine thunderly sounds
As she feels hard pebbles pounding.
Bloated, yet moving no slower,
Her bellows ignored, foam tears flow
Down watery frills, rollers make
Short work of straining her saltface.
Sea-Swell intends to bare all tonight
In majestic embraces with Springtide.
This is exquisite, I will add to the list hereunder "the sea is in labour" and " foam tears flow" captivates - a new approach, well done