Spellbinding

The sea is a witch.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds on in its net of wonder forever.

Written for “Quotation Inspiration” Contest.


Spellbinding


The eternal sea
An inseparable element
Ruled my life, my earth.

Its waves of wonder
Held me captive
A compulsive, needy sailor

Year after year
I returned to the Deep
Its salty breath, my livelihood.

I resented its grip
The steely claw I longed
To escape from, to find freedom.

None would have me
No job so steady, lasting
Except her berth of translucence.

Her aquamarine expanse
Through the engine porthole
Wiped away the heat, the loneliness.

Sweetheart whispering
By night, a companion in the Sun
Her lavender evenings soothed my spirit.

The primordial sea
Its endless spiritedness
Heaving, throbbing, terrifying.

The fall-rise, relentless
The pattern fitting that of life
Calm now, stormy again, no one knows.

Home again today
The safe harbor they say.
I know I must go back to her

The spell comes back
And before I realized it
Caught again in her net of wonder.


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