Scavenged Treasure

I waved to the waves as they crept closer to the cliff’s edge

Exposing their churning white teeth .

Their clashing drenched my face and hair from the foggy spray

Which covered the area like a shawl from heaven

I assumed the look of a soggy wet dog, dripping, in the face of the wind

Black clouds gripped the sky crawling along it’s blue hue

They pelted over each other as if in a race towards where….

The end of time?

I wondered…..

In the howling wind I heard the voice of my ancestors

Beckoning me to step forward and yet…..

Warning me

The old man Sea knew his job

I was mesmerized by his embrace

Covered in his soft, wet kisses and

Floating in his power,and warmth

As he reached out for his final embrace, I awoke

From his overwhelming, salty breath

And begged him to let me go

For I thirsted for a breath of life

I was not his Queen or his wife.

He had many already

I saw his face and it took command

Lovingly enshrining me on a pedestal of his devotion.

He was cunning and sharp

What do you want……..he whispered in my ear

What do you want????

And as I screamed NOT YOU!!!!

He hurled me out onto the shore

In a ragged torn heap as he does all his rejects.

To be collected by scavengers

Seeking treasure.

A Lady's Life.

"SEA FEVER"...A Story of Perseverance.

"SEA FEVER" I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sails shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gipsy life,To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.- John MasefieldThe poem

Sea Fever was written by John Masefield many years ago. The Old Man and The Sea.

Story teaches, one can be beaten but not defeated.

Part I

Part II