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Jack wasn’t given to reconciliation.
Upon his return he was morose
Avoiding the gaze of the sea widow
Eating his meals
Reading the paper in silence.
One morning at breakfast
He opened up, clearing his throat,
“It was the sea, the azure sea
Its swell and its surges,
Its rage, its cathartic anger
At night it would roar,
Restless and in pain;
At daybreak, it would be calm,
Stable and temperate,
Even bursting into a rhapsody.
It lasted forever
The tempestuous nights
The calm during sunlight hours
The shifting moods unbroken,
Causing the seasons to reverse
From winter to autumn.
There was no land
Only the capricious blue sea
Drenching and lashing us
Till its anger was sated”
“On land I am a relic, a ghost
Frigid of heart and cold of touch.
I am wedded to the sea,
Its disembodied calling, its lure of danger,
You knew that during our courtship”.
A woman’s love fighting the devil’s grip;
It’s the sea, the azure sea. |
