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.
Ashe




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

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shells
Love this, very well executed, clever and raw all at the same time.
2016-10-24


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!
2016-10-23


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.
2016-10-18


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.
2016-10-18



Whoa
2016-10-18


Bibek
Nice metaphor! Enjoyed reading the poem.
2016-10-17