Sea Castles

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He had waded out too far
The boy in the sea
Knee-deep he stood
As the tide withdrew
Drawing bridges round his toes
Dipped in seaweed

On a mermaid watch
Spying only undulating glass
Alluring sheets of metal grey,
Gathering towers, sparkling spires,
Sudden with a dragon’s curve

And he, turning away too late
To shore, felt the sand give way
Beneath shifting feet of clay,
Merman knee-deep no longer
Arms flailing, gasping watery riddles

Above the cresting wave
Choking fear and salt water
Blinded eyes seeing royal fury
Losing air, light, sky, dreams
In a torrent of sea

Till he grew legs again
Bones plucked from the foam
Tossed back onto the shore
Spluttering at the eddying pool
From which he rose

Like a bird flapping forgotten wings
Then dropping like a stone
On to his knees
Beside fallen sea castles.

dVerse Poets Pub: OLN #278 Rejoice!
Re-posted on JollyBeggar.com
Originally posted on PilgrimDreams.com

45 thoughts on “Sea Castles”

    1. Thank you! If the words have any cinematic flow to them it’s probably due to my having witnessed just such a moment at the beach. Thanks so much for your comments 🙂

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  1. You are a remarkable poet, Dora. Your poetic abilities always astound, and I am eager for each image you entwine with your wonderfully evocative words. This was breathtaking, especially this stanza:

    “Till he grew legs again
    Bones plucked from the foam
    Tossed back onto the shore
    Spluttering at the eddying pool
    From which he rose”

    You tell a vivid story and it captured me completely. Your writing style is one I adore very much, and I think it is unique. Always keep writing, you are amazing. ❤

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  2. Your telling of this story is dotted with sparkling fairy tale imagery, Dora, and the way you cloak the danger in the tide ‘Drawing bridges round his toes / Dipped in seaweed’ before it turns, ‘Gathering towers, sparkling spires, / Sudden with a dragon’s curve’. I also like the way you convey the panic in ‘felt the sand give way / Beneath shifting feet of clay’ and ‘Arms flailing, gasping watery riddles’. I was relieved the boy survived and love the final stanza.

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  3. Oh how life knocks us down! This poem is beautiful. I love the ending, “Like a bird flapping forgotten wings,” He gets up a little clumsy, but he survives. A lot of analysis could be made in lost innocence, perhaps. The journey of life.

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  4. Robert Rob Kistner they’ve given me some nice pills for my arthritis in my fingers so I’m feeling pretty good. I like what you’re doing here stop by my side and we’ll chat keep the good work.

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