High Tide Tumbling
The Tide was a rumpus of confusion this day
It must’ve been a ‘change o’ the guard’.
It chattered and crested as if, as to say:
“You’ll need bend to your task extra hard…
“My rocks, their pates are barely conceal’d
As they sniff at the air and bow down
Below, near some sand-shifty, stony-field
Gulping and gasping and twisting around.”
Then She tumbled and tossed and hissed at the shore
Warning in, a whispering roar: “I’m crossing a current
So be mindful…You’d better be deft with the oar.
“When taking my waves in skiff or small punt
My waters will rip and my crests they will froth
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And my eddies will swirl, twirl, and spin…
“If you don’t mind my changes, and stay there aloft
Into my drink you’ll sputter and slip ‘n try to pin…
“Your hopes on wind-shifts of some sort above
My wet.” But a rhumb-line ‘cross, crest and trough
Will get the job done while a’skim, slick. Hove-
To where breeze and swell conspire just enough
Gentle force and rocking rhythm to lightly bring
A swift change o’ heading to turn ‘round back
A’ shore wi’ soft paddle, touch Her light-as-a-wing
And the dory or dinghy or dhow will change tack
With a bow ‘gainst Queen Dowager o’ the Deep;
Old Neptune’s bright bride: the tired-less Tide.
And back to port ‘long shoreline you’ll creep
Thankful to both ‘salts’ for a sea-sleigh ride!
Posted 29th April 2015 by DILULIUS, King of Troy
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