North Sea —
mischievous mistress,
foam-mouthed femme
I plead you, paramour
still your surge,
calm the brine,
let the lighthouse-beacon
bring my brittle boat
through froth-teeth spray
through cruel curlicues
to shore
where there are mouths to feed.
North Sea,
I love you but
tonight please let
the lighthouse lead me
I will be back.
Pharos ~ The Lighthouse Kerry O’Connor @skyloverpoetry
For Kerry’s fantastic image at toads I have a weekend 55. I will try to read more before during the weekend. But tomorrow night I will be on a Björk concert.
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November 7, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Captures the North Sea perfectly!
Great writing! 🖤🖤
Oh Björn, The old North Sea will bring you home. It can be wild, it charms, it storms and it smiles. Stick close to Vinga lighthouse.
“North Sea, I love you” , you write
and I feel so much the same.
Miriam ( a West Coast girl )
I grew up in Gothenburg… and I spent my summer in Bohuslän
I reside somewhere across the other side of the North Sea… But see its beauty through my window every day… 🖤
A mariner’s prayer……here on the coast, lives are lost every year, when small boats go down.
Beautifully written!
kaykuala
Through froth-teeth spray
through cruel curlicues
to shore where there are mouths to feed
The lot of the sailors with responsibilities in fine words very well captured! .
Hank
What I most especially like about this poem is the one long sentence construction of the first stanza. The narrative voice is most compelling. Thank you for writing to my illustration.
So many wonderful images in this poem – may the lighthouse always shine for you
‘still your surge, calm the brine’ ~ insistent in the most gentle way. Beautiful write.
The first few lines of this are so evocative, and the poem ends on such a bittersweet note–really captures the feeling of what the ocean can be to our ‘brittle boat’, beautiful, soothing, terrifying, alluring,and somewhere part of our blood, even though we are creatures of the land. Excellent 55 Bjorn.
This is incredibly gorgeous, Bjorn!! ❤️ I love the narrative voice in this poem 😀
The North Sea be a capricious mistress, indeed! Nicely done.
Almost like a prayer…
“Foam mouthed femme’- what a marvelous description!
The danger seamen faced every day – often just to put food on the table and scratch out an existence! I bet they said many a prayer!
I love the way you ended this.
she will not tolerate infidelity or brook any challenge, a powerful femme.