The spell of the sea.+

The First Drowning

My mother warned me
that i'd think him handsome
for he appears with green eyes and cool skin
a mouth tender as a child's.

But as I fell into his arms
he sprouted tentacles, fangs, claws, fins
his feet were joined as one
and his skin turned to scales
that rang to the touch.

I was fascinated
and could not move.
He cast a shell necklace at my feet
wept gleaming chips that hardened into mica
when they touched my breasts

He held me under
heavy as a pot of gold
he was made of beach moss
that held me under

He was a thing of dry foam
a thing of death by drowning
a thing that cannot be survived.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-17 at 15:18

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Love this, very well executed, clever and raw all at the same time.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Now, this I wanna meet.

from very faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away!!

You did create some fantastic imagery for sure!! I loved it all!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is frightening, a child's or very young person's first experience with something out of control. More frightening is that it's "The First," which implies there were more.

Mothers warn, usually without avail.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful imagery. I suppose you never forget your first drowning. You have such a talent for creating a mood and keeping it until the end.


Nice metaphor! Enjoyed reading the poem.