Chasing Waves

Chasing memories is like chasing waves
Before the tide turns with the moon's smirk
Jealously washing them away

Chances, vast and empty as the sea,
slip through my hands like grains of sand
Faltering footprints washed away

Tasting the waves, salty-sweet
Fleeting, final, forgettable
Hello, goodbye; hello, goodbye

A baptism of peace
The sea kisses my feet
in the sanctifying sunlight of a new day.

© Emily Oldham August 2011

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Sea Spray

Sea spray charges towards me
Spitting, salivating horses
or some kind of menacing, murdering monster.
And I am Andromeda,
A sacrifice to the sea
Nothingness washes over me
as I watch and wait for the white horses
to carry the hearse-boat to the Underworld

Salty spray, like shampoo
washing the hair of the sea
Her waves of weed and jellyfish
rinsed by the purifying putrefying salt,
She’s some sort of siren
I feel the magnet pull inside me
Tempestuous temptation
And I understand why John Masefield
was compelled to the sea again and again

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