Sea salt

sea salt poem - sunset tree photoart
source -@hanginguptodry – the mainstay

Land lubber
ashore with the trees
rope-soled soul
sees boats haul
sailcloth crack and voyagers
buffeted windward

Temptation
a gold horizon
sea fever*
jack tar tales
spillage on troubled waters
deep oblivion

Hunker down
lest I dive headlong
tide driven
wave ridden
trade wind borne from troposphere
afore wake of fear

© Laura Granby 2016

*I learnt to recite as a very young child – John Masefield’s ‘Sea Fever

 

Inspired by today’s photoart and trying for the first time, the syllable stricture of a shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) with a sea salt tale for ‘Poetry Pantry
[and I hope to try out Wednesday’s prompt: “A flower was offered to me….”]

32 comments

  1. Love how well this speaker knows herself… Even while sailing uncertain waters, she remembers to focus on her motivation, doesn’t forget what might make push her away from her path… The tone is also brilliant. I can almost hear the speaking taking one measure breath at a time, hands tight around her lifeline, eyes and heart on her objective.

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  2. Bound by rope, bound by the words in this – Sea Fever is a wonderful poem and this poem of yours is an excellent tribute. The rhythm of this is like the sea, like the hand-over-hand of pulling rope. I truly enjoyed.

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