The gurgling breath of Amphitrite
rises in aqua summons calling
captains to steer their ships
to ride the nipple waves of her breasts.
She gather’s her children
into the liar’s pool at her feet
rocking them with deception
to prepare for net and hook.
Amphitrite raises her sacrifice
to sunlit eyes peering into the drink.
Algae tears pour from her eyes
as she does what she must.
Human arms respond, wrestling
finned bodies from her arms.
There is nothing she can do
as life that has its beginning
must also meet its end.
Her hope is that man
will not take all her children
born in the salty delivery room
of the turquoise blue sea.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Sculpture: Jason deCaires Taylor
24 comments:
to ride the nipple waves of her breasts
this is one discriptive line, Intresting take on the prompt, I liked it
Thank you Wander
Some excellent lines in this one.
cant imagine watching all your children being taken on or large groups at a time...and yeah, nipple waves is def a fresh take...smiles.
Lovely, Susie... and I'm with Wander- that first stanza is amazing!
All about a water birth, then...
Love the imagery in this poem.
"...nipple waves of her breasts"...brilliantly beautiful...
Thank you Anthony
Oh, it's so sad. Beautifully written.
Thanks Brian..The statue being female brought the thought marine birth to me
Thanks Laurie
Thanks Tess
Thank you thingy
clever line after clever line - well crafted
Beautiful and stirring.
=)
man will take everything he can carry and much more. she is right to be concerned.
Susie this is a new favorite of yours for me.....simply breathtaking!!!
subtle way to address the rape of our seas
Nicely done and thanks for the comment on my Magpie
Thank you Old Ollie...
Thanks Sue...
Ed...I know. It is so sad how man will take so much and not give back
Thanks so much Carrie!
Thanks D and you are welcome
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