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The Old Man and the Libyan Sea

14/09/2024

 

Grasping my feet like stony tentacles

Waterworn jewels churn around toes

Daughters of Nereus dance the depths

Inviting and enticing

With each receding wave

To swim

Beneath ancient horizons

Forever in heavenly pools

 

The Cretan moon sparkles

On silver silken threads

Wild thyme woven with endless time

Their tight mesh wound around my heart

Paralysing body and mind

Thwarts escape

Mœræ whisper, my fate lies here

On Sougia beach

 

From shoulders

My heavy cloak dropped

Kissed by sun and salt

A captive of land and sea

Both had won me

 

Flying away

I vow to return

My spirit having stayed

  

ABC 134

 

 

 

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