GREEN SEA-GEMS

GREEN SEA-GEMS

The sublime depths of the ocean hides a wonderland enchanting

Splendid mystery of the tender blue in a tawny wrapping

A garland of rainbow is woven on the cold clammy spray

As the vanilla sky darkens and the water turns to lilac-gray

Sea-gems on the pearly foam, jeweled in the auroral dawn

Gold filigrees laces on the garments of a rosy morn

A shining green trembles in the coves and bays

Coral halls are decked with diamonds in the distant dale

Chants of the seagulls are hypnotic and wild, when pieces of the sun are scattered on the rising tide

Fiercely trashing yet gentle, with lemonade kisses and lacy fizz caresses

It's a timeless carnival of the ocean orchestrated by the sun and moon

Swelling and shrinking, dancing in tune

Plangent tides toll like hidden bells as the ocean brim is crowned on the rippling emerald waves

Wild flood hisses in a fury, as the moon-blanched shore is a melancholic memory

When the moon is withered and dewy stars hang pale

Rapturous strains breaks the silence from the mermaid's cave

Spilling in the fog are faint laughter of the nymphs and the sirens caroling

Wreathed with kelp and seaweed are the wailing mists and seas moaning

Water-hillocks of pea-green pulsate and thrum, like the harps with glittering wires twang and strum

Colder than pearls are froth and the briny zephyr, when dulcet breath chimes and echoes on the weary harbor.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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