This reminds of Herman Melville, since he described the sea in so many ways. As opposed to Melville (who calls the sea a whale road) your poem gives a new anthropomorphic picture of the sea, the birth giver, the mother, the mother of the pearl.
D
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on March 3, 2007
Enjoyed very much...Hugsssss
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2007
KATE!!!!!!!!!!!! Captured the Sea and the Mistress of it beautiful the spirit that haunts sailors of old a beautiful poem full of visuals.. I could smell and tasted the sea in the winds while reading.
Loved this part
"
“Nothing, my dear,
but your delightful wonder
and gift of your childlike mirth!” "
the innocence of this was beautiful...
Blessings XX Love Joselyn
You paint an exquisitely anthropomorphic portrait of the sea - the kind that puts a mischievious smile on my imagination.
There must be something in the air at present that is having some of us openly or privately thinking about the sea. Not just in terms of waves and blue and fish, but figureatively like this delight here where we have the sea basically a 'Missus' Heh, now My Fair Lady has popped into my head - thanks to the 'tide line of traders' stalls' and 'purse lips'. Mrs Sea (could Clyde and Moray Firth be her sons?) in a leather apron, hair tied back (her waves?) and selling the English shore by the pound: 'rounds' 'flats' or 'gravel' (aka Life of Brian - beach with a false beard? 'Are there any women here today?' 'Very well.'). And wait, just in: 'fleshy thighs' has metamorphised into 'flabby white thighs with diarrhea' ('empty your lap beneath me feet')Fetch the Tide to wash those legs!Should 'dandle' not be 'dangle'?
And what can I pay, you, Lady,
as a token of their worth?
Gulp! I find myself obliged to read this polite couplet in the doleful voice of Ivor Cutler. Surely a fiscally prudent Scot would never venture to ask anyone let alone Mrs Sea such a haunting question. But then there's salvation at the end - 'Nothing my dear...'
Reading this mini oceanic biography has been an enjoyable indulgence in 'childlike mirth'- my present state of mind. By the way, my poetic thoughts about the sea will now have to be shell(ved) - at least till high tide.
What a funny creative write...can't say I have ever heard the sea described in such a way and I honestly can picture her exactly!
Excellent write Kate~ as always, enjoyed!
Love and Peace~
KIMMY~
Wow this is just splendid. When we write exactly the way we want and how we exactly feel then we all can relate or feel it. it is always an indeed pleasure to read your poetry especially ones with so much meaning and easy to understand. Keep writing and never stop. Love Aleja Bennett.
No wonder many hear the Siren's call...this is absolutely gorgeous!!!!! Tempting, yes. You make me want to book a cruise tootsweet!! Thank you, me dear.
Merged with the sea foam, coagulates into the sea goddess! Morgan Le Fay all the way! Mother of Pearl spilling from the sea womb, the nine-fold goddess who rules the Fortunate Isles...image of the fish-tailed Aphrodite...
This one is fabulous Kate...an exquisite jewel
love and peace,
Carole~
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on March 1, 2007
An absolutely perfect gem of 'to the heart,' verse, dear Kate!
It assuredly touched MINE, as I have a deep love for gathering 'sea
treasures' (as well as an attic full of them...hee hee). They are a
never-ending source of 'delightful wonder' and 'childlike mirth' to yours truly.
What a lovely, lovely piece of writing. Into my AD 'cache' it goes!
Hugs,
and may the waves never stop calling to you.
As always, I am left sated after reading your poetry! I loved the personification in this!
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on February 28, 2007
Visions of 20 stone rolly polies in their bikinies, walking out the sea on a summers day, then queueing up for large chips and stuffing them down, with the seagulls looking on in hapless hope, or even worse, yikes... But they've got beautiful minds... Think I'll skip brekky now..
"Mother Of Pearls"
Refreshing and adorably beautiful.
Loved all the imageries within in this gem of a write.
Enjoyed the stroll along the beach it was an adventure!
Smile and blessings to you,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
does this stuff just flow off your pen, Kate? like a string of pears, this poem makes me want to run my fingers over each and every line and ponder the source of its beauty. love this theme you've got going on. Dawn
Don't change a single word ! Take this one to the bank, and it will stake you to a fabulous career as a writer of timeless verse! Perhaps, it would be well to take the pearl with you. Mmmmmmmm
At any rate... it's that good, and I'll sign whatever papers you need. - Bill
I truly love this and it is not often I have heard of the sea referred to as a lady but the image here sprang so quickly to life that I saw that yes it works for me. I too love the excitement of beach combing and indulge whenever I get the chance, the treasures are truly priceless in the value of memories. Loved this one sweet Kate.
Hugs,
Fee
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Loved this part
"
“Nothing, my dear,
but your delightful wonder
and gift of your childlike mirth!” "
the innocence of this was beautiful...
Blessings XX Love Joselyn
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
There must be something in the air at present that is having some of us openly or privately thinking about the sea. Not just in terms of waves and blue and fish, but figureatively like this delight here where we have the sea basically a 'Missus' Heh, now My Fair Lady has popped into my head - thanks to the 'tide line of traders' stalls' and 'purse lips'. Mrs Sea (could Clyde and Moray Firth be her sons?) in a leather apron, hair tied back (her waves?) and selling the English shore by the pound: 'rounds' 'flats' or 'gravel' (aka Life of Brian - beach with a false beard? 'Are there any women here today?' 'Very well.'). And wait, just in: 'fleshy thighs' has metamorphised into 'flabby white thighs with diarrhea' ('empty your lap beneath me feet')Fetch the Tide to wash those legs!Should 'dandle' not be 'dangle'?
And what can I pay, you, Lady,
as a token of their worth?
Gulp! I find myself obliged to read this polite couplet in the doleful voice of Ivor Cutler. Surely a fiscally prudent Scot would never venture to ask anyone let alone Mrs Sea such a haunting question. But then there's salvation at the end - 'Nothing my dear...'
Reading this mini oceanic biography has been an enjoyable indulgence in 'childlike mirth'- my present state of mind. By the way, my poetic thoughts about the sea will now have to be shell(ved) - at least till high tide.
Regards
Dai
Excellent write Kate~ as always, enjoyed!
Love and Peace~
KIMMY~
Love it!
Elizabeth
No wonder many hear the Siren's call...this is absolutely gorgeous!!!!! Tempting, yes. You make me want to book a cruise tootsweet!! Thank you, me dear.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
Love Tinka
Sage
love and peace,
Carole~
It assuredly touched MINE, as I have a deep love for gathering 'sea
treasures' (as well as an attic full of them...hee hee). They are a
never-ending source of 'delightful wonder' and 'childlike mirth' to yours truly.
What a lovely, lovely piece of writing. Into my AD 'cache' it goes!
Hugs,
and may the waves never stop calling to you.
peace,
carolyn
"Mother Of Pearls"
Refreshing and adorably beautiful.
Loved all the imageries within in this gem of a write.
Enjoyed the stroll along the beach it was an adventure!
Smile and blessings to you,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
what more can I say
wow
pax A
At any rate... it's that good, and I'll sign whatever papers you need. - Bill
Hugs,
Fee