Todays poem was written in mid August while holidaying in Staithes. I have taken my time editing this one and really feel I have captured the heart of the storm.
The Sea Witch
She howls her song of captured souls
While crawling from the depth of cold
Grey and dismal she has gained
Her power from their poor remains.
Her tangled locks, lash and whip
As she stalks to a struggling ship
Her tattered, torn mermaids tail
Slices through that bellowed sail
They battle her won’t sate her greed
For seafarers on which she feeds
This angry witch with whom they fight
They battle her this stormy night
Relentless she demands her toll
Toys with them as child with doll
Now diving deep she twitches slimy fin
To turn on them, her accent begins
Screeching through the vice like rip
She pounces on the floundering ship
With salty nails she splits the bough
Slaughtering all, like butchers cow
Her hunger fed now she is done
Back to the depth from whence she’d come
This heartless Sea Witch now has fed
Dragging her haul to a watery bed
By Helen Stallard
September 6, 2014
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