Poetic Musings from the Wild
The Blood Red Sea (a poem by me)
Seagulls twirl against the blue cloudless sky
Black silhouettes, basking in the light
Of the bright white solar circle
That we call the sun
Below sails softly billow with the breeze
White calico wings, made by a mans hands
Flutter and ripple with each
Slow breath of god
A sailor of the sea, sits with a wide brimmed hat
His fingernails are nothing short of black
“Oh, oh, oh” he mutters sadly
Words tumbling to the deck
For today he sees his fate, mirrored in the sea
Where fish and beauty swirl, upon the deep
Blue which now fills red, and reflects
A huge wooden mast shattered upon his neck