The Sea-Fever. - Poem by Fay Slimm
From liquid glass to boiling foam, moody Sea
Can gentle be, or scream out her commands
With restless need for exclusivity
She drowns attempts to flee her reprimands.
Savage mistress she.
Skirting coastline, Jezabel in uniform
Will smile teasingly, beguile us, winning
Love with fickle heart, until she strips, storms
Forth naked, then fury-dancing begins.
Savage performer she.
Watch fever unchained, behold hell regaining
Tempestuous wilful hold, - - but calm reveals
Her face again. Love of sea, lifelong, remains
Alluring as a mermaid's kiss, - - unyielding
Savage sweetheart she.
Go to her then, stay awhile you coastal child.
Sea fever is addictive more than gold,
But beware, leaving her will drive you wild.
Her siren call imprisons with strong hold.
Savage jailor she.
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