The Ocean

Cerulean cascades coursing through my veins
Schools of marine life drift under my skin
I am fluid. I know not your chains
Unlike the albatross, and the Great White Fin

Twenty thousand leagues rage
Barely under your stare
I have drowned your fucking sailors
And have plundered their wares

Gone are your mariner rhymes
And famous literary nets
I harbor pools of sorrow
And vast seas of regret

I am not your inspiration
Or your romantic subplots
Your dreams are my reclamation,
Dashed upon my rocks

But I’d still meet you in Titania
The tiny pub just down the cape
Buying you an ale and a laugh,
A toast to irony, and our star crossed

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, and my poetry only blog, Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

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