The Sea

A Horizon Liner,
Deep as a chasm, looking down into an underworld of fantasy.
A squad of colours, dribbling like a tide.
Shining like the suns burst beam,
But dull as an orbit of black and grey,
With wavy hair and swollen feet
Kicking the cliffs.
Cold as a frozen inferno, firing bullets of salt.
Fish and ships living together
In a mixed world of pollution, stones and sand.
Asleep on the seabed, dreaming of Carp-rice.
A huge wet blanket.
The Sea.

-- Spencer Betts