King Canute's Daughter
She tried to stop the tide again today
with hidden strengths which struggle to the fore.
Lythe legs wrapped as a lotus by the bay
sat lightly on the shells along the shore.
She breathed in with the ebb, out with the flo,
the dampness drained to dry before her eyes.
That saline breeze began to fall below
the expectations of her own demise.
To punctuate the blandness of the beach
a random passing ship would ring its bell
Enlisting Chi, she charmed the out-of-reach.
Drew down that vital breath, then gave a yell.
'You see! It stops! The Ocean heeds my yearning.'
'Don't be so bloody soft, ' I said, 'The tide's just effin' turning! '
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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