Wrath Of The Sea God
By Joseph Kushnir
The tides of grey knit sorrow,
fetter the tattered will
to the rocky shores of misty abandon,
kelp and coral greet broken bodies.
Salty wrath pounds the coastline
with undulating waves of Poseidon’s
green fury, testament of the sea god’s
proclaimed fair mindedness.
Poseidon raises his enchanted trident,
and a herd of Hippocampus flock
to a lone sailing vessel drifting
in the heart of the murky unknown.
Waves of oceanic might batter
the wooden planks of the ship,
casting splinters of former masts
into the surging cold current.
Hand woven nets full of the blessed
bounty of the sea, tear open with sudden
surprise. Trout and Bass slide across the
deck and spill back into the watery abyss.
Sailors lift their hands to the angered
patron of the blue waters, pleading their
case with prayerful petition. Soulful word
vibrate on the water’s edge.
The clear heavens above plead to the
the churning tide below, divine mandate
is slow to turn the pickled heartstrings of
Poseidon’s concern.
The strained ship breaks apart, sending
the sailors into the vast deep of liquid death.
Tanned arms flail about trying to keep
their breath, only to succumb to numbing fatigue.
The sea god summons his faithful herd of
Hippocampus to collect the briny bodies,
and tow them to the nearest harbor. A grave
reminder to those who laugh at ghastly green waves.
