Beneath the Echo
I’m wed to moon, a motif for romance.
A god, my grace by poets oft is sung.
Yet some who voyage my expanse by chance
into the briny depths of me are flung
by tempests or by quakes! I do not save
unfortunates. I reign but give free will.
Chained chattel cruelly cast into a grave
by tyrants - lie submerged within me still.
When *Kraken drags his victims ‘neath my skin,
like God above, I rarely interfere
but brim with salty tears for all that’s sin.
Now hold this token seashell near your ear. . .
beneath the echo of an endless swell,
hear souls whose grief one God alone can quell.
*Kraken is a mythical monster of the sea
For the the Open Sea - Sailing, Creatures, Treasures Poetry Contest
Now for Brian Strand'sthe 'ALL YOURS (Jan 27)' Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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