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To Water
To Water
The Plymouth Hoe 6pm LT 9°c 750m, Calm.
Half-scallop,
half-fragile,
tenacious sea - I sing to you,
I will your danger to lap over me - I cherish you,
unburdened and fresh.
Mist leaps over us, upon gallant horses the colour of heady plumes.
My other worshipper leaves me here, in the thick, one with you
and we share moments long since passed, head submerged, mind blank, land-world gone.
I thank you in my quietness.
I thank you in my endurance, in each stride, in clarity of mind.
You: Goddess of ferocity, God of peace,
You: My birthing to this planet,
You: Mother and Father to me, my family and treasure.
Where shall we go next? What adventures
and challenges will you gift me?
What newborn creature
will you fashion out of me,
beyond woman, beyond the Motherhood I almost shared
with you, beyond determined Ice warrior,
placid and free?
Sleep will meet me not. I am lost in you -
even when we part
these bones won't let go of your tenderness.
The Plymouth Hoe 6pm LT 9°c 750m, Calm.
Half-scallop,
half-fragile,
tenacious sea - I sing to you,
I will your danger to lap over me - I cherish you,
unburdened and fresh.
Mist leaps over us, upon gallant horses the colour of heady plumes.
My other worshipper leaves me here, in the thick, one with you
and we share moments long since passed, head submerged, mind blank, land-world gone.
I thank you in my quietness.
I thank you in my endurance, in each stride, in clarity of mind.
You: Goddess of ferocity, God of peace,
You: My birthing to this planet,
You: Mother and Father to me, my family and treasure.
Where shall we go next? What adventures
and challenges will you gift me?
What newborn creature
will you fashion out of me,
beyond woman, beyond the Motherhood I almost shared
with you, beyond determined Ice warrior,
placid and free?
Sleep will meet me not. I am lost in you -
even when we part
these bones won't let go of your tenderness.
Published 28th Mar 2019
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28th Mar 2019 9:48pm
28th Mar 2019 9:54pm
28th Mar 2019 10:01pm
I don't know why I immediately thought of Eliot when I read this:
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
This was the serenity he sought , but as a male, do not think he thought he had a right to - as though it was some sacred rite of women and water. But he listened and watched, nonetheless.
Love this.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
This was the serenity he sought , but as a male, do not think he thought he had a right to - as though it was some sacred rite of women and water. But he listened and watched, nonetheless.
Love this.
29th Mar 2019 9:03am
Incredible, what a compliment. His work on the concept of the siren is stunning. I think many a man are bewitched by the stark comparison of ethereal and warrior in women from water. I am keen to work on writing about water from a male perspective sometime soon.
28th Mar 2019 10:14pm
29th Mar 2019 9:03am
