Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

The Wind And The Sea

The Wind And The Sea

Stained with the wilful moods
of the tempestuous sky
the concupiscent sea sings
to the wanton wind
waves arched into undulating
curves
heaving, cresting, caressing
soliciting the wind
tempting him
with her allure
desiring his
stimulating touch
to kindle, to ignite, to inflame
her arousal
until in union
their lusty
motion, emotion, elation
rises and falls
surges and swirls in an
ardent dance
erupting 
onto the shore
spilling over
long dark tresses
of seaweed
shadows
that lie glistening
in the moonlight
upon the pale naked sand
ⓒRose  

Saturday, 22 February 2014

Paper Boat Of Dreams

Down rain filled gutters
into little streams
I skipped beside
my paper boat
following my dreams

I freed it by the river
under the willow tree
my little boat a quiver
swirled off to the sea

A sea of emotion
was soon to ebb and flow
if it ever made the ocean
I would never know

Twirling through rainwater
rushing down streams
I'm trying hard to stay afloat
on my paper boat
of dreams
 ©Rose

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

A Windy Day (Southend-on-Sea)

Masts 
protrude
erect and naked
from berthed hulls
Flagrantly probing
the cloudy skies
Penetrating the cries
 of squabbling seagulls
 their pink feet
dangling
they wobble in
the wind
above the
flaccid sea 
©Rose

Thursday, 6 February 2014

The Mermaid's Song


Welcome lover to my nightmare
just a short walk down the stone stair
Slip into the grave waves with me
to the treasures under the sea

I'll dress you in fitting attire
With fish hooks and rusty wire
On my lips and kisses you'll taste
your poisons and chemical waste

My embrace you'll never forget
much more tight than a fishing net
Come my lover heed my sweet song
for I've been lovesick far too long
©Rose

Monday, 14 January 2013

The Wind And The Sea

Stained with the wilful moods
of the tempestuous sky
the concupiscent sea sings
to the wanton wind
waves arched into undulating
curves
heaving, cresting, caressing
soliciting the wind
tempting him
with her allure
desiring his
stimulating touch
to kindle, to ignite, to inflame
her arousal
until in union
their lusty
motion, emotion, elation
rises and falls
surges and swirls in an
ardent dance
erupting 
onto the shore
spilling over
long dark tresses
of seaweed
shadows
that lie glistening
in the moonlight
upon the pale naked sand
ⓒRose