Treading Waters

by Marianne Daniels

Thursday 16th May 2013 1:14 pm

Her toes were dimpled , coltish imprints;

Angel fish swimming too close to the tide,

my belly aching where the tiny sand pools

formed; each ripple, a rehearsal.

I found her hair tangling around

my ankles; a translucent green -

the shoreline being so unforgiving;

quick to bury my womanhood

in moving waters.

I thought she should have dark

hair considering my temperament,

pulling up my skirt where horizon

drenched, the sea being a flat line

upon the litmus cloth of my

ridiculous wardrobe. “I am

always cold,” I told the empty shell

carried in on the current -

white boned whipped, feeling unsteady,

the gift being out there, almost visible;

first breaths in the arms of a mother whale.

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Rachel Bond

Thu 6th Jun 2013 16:32

yes you right about the modd changing affects of the sea and all water bodies...all different and unique...

angler fish scare me to death...aaaahhhh!

i m hoping to make it to the beach soonish x

Marianne Louise Daniels

Mon 20th May 2013 08:48

Thank you for your comments. I agree Rachel - the sea is epic! I do love the creatures of the deep - alien like pods floating around and then those terrifying angler fish!

I love the sea's permanance and the effect this has on our personal tides, making us return to it for reflection or adventure. You cannot walk by the sea for your mood not be altered somehow. These moments are my inspiration Jonnie.

Thank you for your time and comments.

Rachel Bond

Thu 16th May 2013 22:22

fantastic. this is poetry to me, in seagreen with anenomes :)

i also love the sea., but it totally scares me..i can get overwhelmed ina fear of the sea...not the splashy waves and ripplets of the shore but the sheer size and tumultous prescence of its muscley wet arms travelled in only a few miles.. writhing around in the gales of winds capable of smashing whole towns out and the speed of a tsunami wave. its like a great mercurial beast..it scares me witless. i dont even want to think about what lurks underneath. deep in the deepest deep where explorers know more of space than of its creatures ut i love its peace. its noise is massive but it sounds in the ear and brain like white noise and people are speechless by its lull....i love everything of being near the sea and tales of sailors and mermaids..truley,this one is beautiful xx

Jonnie Falafel

Thu 16th May 2013 16:43

I love the nautical imagery. I love the surprise of the language. Very arresting. What are your influences?

Marianne Louise Daniels

Thu 16th May 2013 13:13

Thank you for your time and comment, Richard. I love the sea too and the way it can mother me similarly.

Take care.

Richard

Thu 16th May 2013 13:06

Love this, your lines brake and ebb and it invokes so much, on a personal level for me.
My soul is bound to the sea, I am never more calm then when close to it, never happier.

I found her hair tangling around
my ankles; a translucent green

seaweed to me )

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