Sea Poem: Sea Quenching

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

Categoriespoem sea