Oskar Hansen


The Seal - Poem by Oskar Hansen

The Seal.
It is a long time go in a bay somewhere on the Algarve
The road to get there was narrows and dusty and
I got annoyed with my girlfriend at the time to drag me
away from safety of my house and the communal
swimming pool. It was a secluded beach were women
could swim without the great hindrance of a bra and to
think she had dragged me here to get her tits sunburned
she could have done that in my back yard.

I went for a swim the water enveloped me like blue silk
And I floated with the lightness of a sea lion it was then
I saw here, just her head, a mermaid and her head was
bobbing gently up and down and she was the sea
the home of all beginnings....

So they did exist and not an illusion, a tale told by lonely
sailors; and how typical that wondrous women, are seen
by those who long for female company, but a voice
from the shore called me, the one who was tanning her tits,
was getting restless wanted something to eat, fried chicken
salad and a half bottle of chilled white wine.

Topic(s) of this poem: wine

Form: Ballade


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 21, 2015


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