Poem

As promised some time ago, here is the poem which was runner-up in a competition in the summer.

The Sea


Crests that toss and tease,
jewelled spangles of sun on surface,
tide that breathes and sucks,
sooths, embraces,
caresses.
Peace.

Ocean playground, trade routes
across the globe,
rich, abundant aquatic life
in rainbow shades, dots and stripes,
strings of coral beds.
Source of food.

The deep mournful underworld,
grave for shipwrecks,
powerful, flood-making,
eroding, claiming back what belongs,
relentless.
Lost souls.

Its stories, its wonder;
this watery creation
that is the sea.