Sea-Swell.
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, the sea is in labour.
She roars, tries suppressed pitch to gain
the shore, finds her efforts checked
then sweeps out once more tumbling
somersaults over herself, grumbling
with loud submarine thunderly sounds
as irate she sends pebble-bed pounding.
Bloated, yet moving in no way slower
her bellows ignored foamy tears flow
down watery frills and rollers make
short work of staining her saline face.
Sea-Swell intends to bare all tonight
in majestic embrace with a Spring-tide
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
A fine write F.
I an smell it I can taste it - great write fay.
Beautiful imagination, lovely write...
What a glorious write Fay, I can see and smell the sea.
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