Fey-Song.
Those whose lives come sprung
from the cadence of waves
will understand shanties related
by mariners began as fey-song.
Those whose respect the vast ocean
accepts speak its tongue, sense
vagaries known to eyes weathered
by swells and fanciful motion.
Those whose life is water-attuned
gather from storm's precocious
mood submarine magic floating
in diverse sea-story music.
Those whose voyage grows safer
by seeking moon-glow picture
ocean-decorum as rabid liquid
molding unpredictable breakers.
Those whose signals use tides
before sky turns to puce get
wisdom to envision granite-bed
wrothing as storm-force rises.
Those whose metal must face
Neptune's irresistible strength
will apply mermaid resistance
to keep afloat in high gales.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Wonderful poem! I am used to the great lakes (they can get quite wicked too) but those that go out to sea and must face her temper "deserve our praise" as you said so well. A pleasure to read!
I found this quite moving - a great tribute to those who brave the seas.
Good write Fay, the sea is hard to tame but its problems can be heard in the wonderful shanties that abound.
Beautiful write
A fine write Fay. Now you reminded me of another type of singing - sea shanties! I'm gonna sing them too. Probably all day! Arrgghh! lol.
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