The coral, in venue

Safe in the waters
the fodder of fish
The salt in the pail
The tang of the swish
The coral, in venue
The sharks in the den
The squid’s in there making
The ink for my pen
The ocean’s a parlour
The sands are amiss
The seashells are clapping
Immersed in their bliss
The waves are contesting
All flocked in a flair
The mists are all churning
A malt in the air
In a sea  
in a revel
In the mark of a bloom
And the land in a bevel
the ocean,  
a womb