Dance me darkly
ocean-darling,
keep me closer,
tied to salt —
crazed
in careless sea-tongues,
born to tides,
to brine.
My mother-sea
let me
one day —
be froth-kept,
as your corpse
decaying,
slowly waltzing
inside your kelp-heart.
But today,
please darling
gently
lick my toes.
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April 6, 2020
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kelp-heart = simply fantastic. wowsers.
I love the compound words, Björn, reminiscent of the kennings used in Anglo Saxon and Norse poetry, and the idea of being ‘tied to salt’ and ‘born to tides’ – clever wordplay! I will enjoy letting the sea lick my toes once the pandemic is over.
Nice description: “froth-kept”
You’re going for a burial at sea? Yes, I liked the compound words too.
If I could it would be the best.
The sea would get pretty cluttered if everybody did it.
I’ve always felt that burial at sea was very special, returning to the source; feed the fishes, not the worms.
I like all those compound words, too. I can imagine someone this tied to the sea.
I add to the many the delight in your compound words (which is a great way to increase one’s word count, to boot!)
All of us come from the womb of the sea. It’s natural you would want to return to her salty depths. Your second stanza instills comfort.
You are a master of compound words, Björn
I too love your compound words. I think they add so much to the description of your story and, of course, your ability for creativity, Bjorn. Your poem does say “one day” so I’m thinking the sea burial isn’t quite imminent.
poignant wishes reflecting your mortality
A beautiful sea romance, going on there
Happy Monday Bjorn
Much💗love
You had me at “Dance me darkly.” This is awesomely good, Bjorn.
Ah, Bjorn, this feels so romantically erotic. Embracing the dance, which of course includes eventual death. These words are enticing: “keep me closer,
tied to salt —
crazed
in careless sea-tongues.”
I so admire the word pairing Bjorn specially, kelp-heart. Even the title is fab-ulous, smiles.
froth-kept…I love the sound of that. Full of great sounds. (K)
Ah, for the love the sea the use of compounds words is very effective. I had to smile at the ending line. Wondering if you might be a bit ticklish.
Waves as sea-tongues licking my toes…You bring romance to life!
I would love to be standing on the edge of an ocean right now! A warm ocean!
a great sounding poem, full of compound words. I go for cremation myself!
I LIKE THE FEEL OF MOVEMENT IN THESE WORDS …”slowly waltzing Inside your kelp-heart…”
I do feel tied to the salt. Haunting images bjorn.
So good, a touch of strangeness of The Tempest here – and terrific final stanza: take me darling, but just not now. Ha.
A most delightful ode to the sea!
What a lovely plea to the sea!
I love your address to the ocean here….and her kelp-heart! And the ending of licking toes! Just a wonderful write that starts our “darkly” and for me, ends delightfully.
wooooah. i did not see that creepy twist coming. sweet and haunting!
Haunting and evocative imagery, Bjorn!