Tidings

(The senselessness of drowning at sea).

The sea, a vengeful bully
that we must fear, and
befriend at surest peril,
an evil pulsating heart
clawing, dragging on our shores
demanding libation,
at which we hide then curse in secret
later to pay foolishly
until, once sated
draped in brilliant slumber,
we dance amongst its cloak
a benign lace, wrinkled, in which
our angst is rinsed,
baptised, forgiven, delicately erased
from fickle memories
to further wait
the slavering hungry storm.



© Copyright Graham Sherwood 01/2015