some poems

The Sea At Dreamer's Bay (Akrotiri)

Your foaming, melting steel
Spits against the cooling crags
And tears against the zig-zags
Whilst they chase the splitting keel.

The wind, your unseen aide;
United in vexation,
A show of indignation.
Am I to be afraid?

Go ahead
and whine.

Please yourself
you swine!

I see beauty in your rage.
You're like a woman scorned;
You stand to be adorned
By the inner war you wage.