Seaspray - Poetry | ✔️

47 | She

The creature of blue,
green, silver and gold,
plunged into the depths,
for she was bold.

As heavenly as the sun,
as fresh as the night,
The below was her treasure,
though the above was bright.

She raised her arms
into the watery blue,
scattering thousands of colours,
many, not few.

They waved their goodbyes,
smiles on their faces,
spinning and playing
their own obscure races.

Then the smallest cried out,
for they were caught
and could not escape
however hard they fought.

Up like a shot
into the ghostly blue,
as mad as ever,
she splashed to the moon.

The thing with the rope,
the thing she hated most,
trembled with fright
as it blew from the coast.

Now it was salty,
she swallowed it whole,
so it would never be seen,
for it had nowhere to go.

Then she sank back down
and light-filled the air,
and as she whispered good morning
she shouted beware.

Authors Note:
What is this abstract poem describing?

Some may remember this one, I had to unpublish it a while ago to enter a competition I didn't win, but here it is again anyway :)

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