Fay Slimm.

Turbulence.

 

 

Turbulence.

 

The great breast of sea swells tonight
and her efforts to rise are heightened
when heaving breaths inflate her skin
to swollen balloons that topped thinly
in spume burst for the sea is in labour
intent on birthing convulsive breakers.

 

Wild she roars with timely pitch to get
to shore, finds her efforts are checked
then sweeps out once more to tumble
somersaults over spilt foam grumbling
in turbulence and submarine pounding
as waves explode with ferocious sound.

 

Face bloated yet movement no slower
her bellows ignored white saline flows
down liquid cheeks as rollers navigate
beach for this sea must deliver hastily,
she needs to abort and bare all tonight
in tortuous embrace with a Neap~Tide