Dragons of the Sea
- Grace Davies - poetry
- Nov 4, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 18, 2020
Cormorant on a buoy,
the dragon of the sea
wings extended,
a black silhouette
against the fading sky.
Dusky blue,
the taste of salt and rust,
the grains of rock under my fingers,
mineral and bone
between my toes.
The waves roll in
and crash against me,
an orchestra of foam,
cloud topped
they ride in like wild horses.
The beach extends beyond the point,
sour cup mountain lies behind me,
take this cup from me, I ask
but greedily I hold onto it
and run towards my dragon of the sea.
Deep, deep, deeper still,
until I am swimming.
The cold hits me like a wrecking ball
and I am smashed
into the waves.
Pushing through,
I will not stop
striving, searching, soaring
to you.
But you just fly away from me,
no closer than a finger tip’s graze,
and I am left
sodden, saturated
and alone.
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