sea witch

they call her hag
all those human women of the village

she is beauty
the power of a storm at sea
the beauty of blue lagoon is a tropical sunset
the poise. . . dolphins flying through uncharted turquoise waters

they come to her
the men of broken parts
man-boys shunned and rejected by the land witches
all the pretty girls. . . ripe with husband fever

the men cry out to her
asking an abatement to their suffering
asking the privilege of her gaze
desperate men calling her name at all hours of the night
consuming her time
then leaving her to fate

stupid mortal men
rusted and eaten up by their monkey lusts. . .

still. . .

sometimes there is a pity for them
these hungry man-boys

and for concerns such as this
she is called hag
called sea-witch
by all the pretty girls, ripe with husband need

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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