Sea Poem: Sea Quenching by S.E.Acton

Black Ven/ May 26, 2017/ poem, poetry, sea/ 0 comments

Sea Poem: Sea Quenching by S.E.Acton


Slipping on ice-steel socks,
sinking into shingled thoughts;-
I’m iron-blood dripped into
shimmering depths. Sword legs
glide through long ago relics, and
washed clean, my heavy junk
falls to the seabed,
foaming into stories;
as sea-sprites wait
for answers below, calling.

written 27 April 2017

(c) SarahActon2017

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