Born From The Wild Sea

Born From The Wild Sea
© Surazeus
2022 01 20

Gold strangeness of the rainy afternoon 
conceals pain of the woman in the dirt, 
shocked at aggressive hatred of the man 
who kicks her thighs with shiny polished shoes, 
and weeps as his reflection in the puddle 
recedes into sharp sorrow of lost love. 

Inspiring cold wind of stark solitude, 
the woman with long hair and piercing eyes 
rises up from the ground on unseen wings, 
wipes dirt from her black skirt and frilly blouse, 
then walks in timeless darkness of the night, 
black high heel shoes splashing puddles of sorrow. 

Fragile as new-born fawn on wobbly legs, 
Christina walks along hard asphalt road 
past red brick churches, factories, and banks, 
then, after pausing under street lamp beam, 
she plunges into forest of oak trees, 
pushing past shadows to the river shore. 

Skin gleaming silver in light of the moon, 
Christina stares at the quick river flow, 
then kicking off her shoes onto the beach, 
and stripping off tight skirt and frilly blouse, 
she releases fluid flesh of her body 
to stand unmasked and naked in bright gloom. 

Unbound by costume of her social role, 
the woman, who forgets her family name, 
crouches down to Earth like a supple cat 
and glides into the sparkling river flow 
to melt into cold liquid of the night, 
becoming gleam of moonlight on black water. 

Expressing anguish of her broken heart 
while she swims in the river of moonlight, 
Christina sings soul-piercing elegy 
of fierce frustration from fraught agony 
through siren song of lust to create life 
as her soul expands to become the world. 

Emerging from dark gleam of river flow, 
the woman with tangled hair and black eyes 
rises from strange liquidity of time, 
dark red skin glowing in silver moonlight, 
then ululates fierce passion of desire 
as she dresses and struts back into town. 

Sitting at round table in book cafe, 
Christina ruffles long black tangled hair, 
but stares surprised when a man with wolf eyes 
sets large white cup with coffee and mint cream, 
so she sips as he reads his poem of love 
about the woman born from the wild sea.