poetry
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.
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.