Silver
Silver
A fisherman he went to be
to sail the deep blue fickle sea
a price on every scale is paid
for those who hunt the silver.
the sea is cruel as she is kind
she does not give her bounty free
her tricks are many testing souls
of those who hunt for silver.
sometimes she sings a lullaby
on calm and beauteous nights
stars and comets flash the skies
a gift to those who hunt her silver.
a screaming shrew, claws of ice
she haunts the dreams
and takes a life to pay the fee
for bringing in the silver.
in his blood runs her salt
never could he leave her
a mistress harsh exacting fine
from the men who hunt the silver.
Dedicated to those who brave the deeps.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2018
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