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Sea Spray
Sea spray charges towards me
Spitting, salivating horses
or some kind of menacing, murdering monster.
And I am Andromeda,
A sacrifice to the sea
Nothingness washes over me
as I watch and wait for the white horses
to carry the hearse-boat to the Underworld
Salty spray, like shampoo
washing the hair of the sea
Her waves of weed and jellyfish
rinsed by the purifying putrefying salt,
She’s some sort of siren
I feel the magnet pull inside me
Tempestuous temptation
And I understand why John Masefield
was compelled to the sea again and again
(August 2011)
poem
by
Emily Oldham
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