Temptress Calling

Temptress Calling

The surge has increased her urgency
Evening wind moves the waves inland

The temptress is rising as the tide rolls in
Anemones stretch their tentacles in anticipation

The sea hollers her enchantment so loudly the bagpipe sounds like a lullaby Drowned out by spume

The gentle tug of the moon tips the water-bowl
Splashing icy spray over my naked feet
There is no mop big enough

Tomorrow morning I will be able to walk across the sandbank again
For tonight I watch the moon rising
Feet in freezing brine

An owl hoots