Tempest boiled sea,

whipping sea-weed hair

into tangled skeins.

Trident held aloft,

Triton left his lair

in search of earth

and cold grey air.


Potions he brewed,

the illness to cure.

Lifting crafty curses.

He left the boiling sea

for reasons quite impure.

A gentle lady to seduce

in mind for sure.


With green, wild hair

hypnotic songs he sung

to enchant-entangle

the poor human girl.

His curiosity stung,

he lured her closer.

To his voice she clung.

He pulled her down

to the boiling sea.

Buried her in waves

and stagnant shells.

Forever under the sea.

With ne’er sight of earth,

nor sky nor tree.




About iread1966

Avid reader, published author, artist and pug breeder. Found out I could actually paint and write late in life, but whoopee now that I have found it I'm not letting go. Join the rollercoaster ride of creativity.

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