Siding With the Sea

The swell and surge of surf whispers tinnitus conched on titanium sunken tankers that rock restlessly on far reef, as children play unheeded building imagined bastions, nursery rhymes drown turning back cnut tides. Inevitably, sand shifts in an hourglass that plumb the memory's depth with rosy pictures in ruby flourescence like monochrome holiday snaps stored in old bashed biscuit tins that mother would open on grey overcast November soaked Sundays. All oceans are drowned by the sea's past dregs,as cerulean and cobalt waves steer towards safe harbors, tantalized by tinto tinted sunrises like a rocking pendulum that plays a metronome symphony, playing lullabies, rhythms sound when der holle rache sings and the nocturnal queen echoes as the dawn breaks. Translucently, ephemeral light glistens on children's limbs,water singing as they play, momentarily soaked in perfection as delicate beams dance over their fragile bones. Now amber-crafted moments, Capri's crimson breasts waves, nestles close to succour infant swells. Yet magenta lips pout in rock pools, the breaking and wombing of waters now birth new journeys that drive towards a vortex rush. Defiant boats chase, turning tides in lucent rays, navigate between lava laced volcanic outcrops into distant remembered horizons.