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The Tale of a Sailor's True Love

Poetry By: Ousma

After I concieved the idea for this story, I realized I wanted to dedicate it to my great grandfather and my late great grandmother. They were married for more than sixty years and were the cause of a large, extensive family.
So, here's to Grandpa, who lives on now without his other half, and in loving memory of Grandma, I give you The Tale of a Sailor's True Love, which may be the longest poem I've completed yet.

Submitted:Feb 25, 2012    Reads: 197    Comments: 10    Likes: 6   

Many long years ago in a time of old

A goddess of unparalleled beauty ruled the sea

She alone brewed the storms and caused waves to fold

Sailors both loved and feared her dangerous beauty

The goddess delivered from the waves and her gentle breath

A daughter of her own creation, the fairest maiden

She walked upon the earth, a mortal vulnerable to death

Her beauty far surpassed her mother's, who regretted what she had laiden

For no longer was the ocean spirit the object of lore

Her daughter traveled the lands, moving with a greater grace

It was her that all the men of the world came to adore

In all of history there was no more stunning a face

Bitter and seething with anger and jealousy

The powerful goddess emerged from the waves in a rage

Seizing her daughter's mortality and casting her to the bottom of the sea

Wishing to be idolized, she took upon herself the ability to age

While her envious mother walked upon the earth

The fair daughter became the new Queen of the sea

Her mother had taken from her all her friends and mirth

Damning her to a lonely, cold eternity

Many a long decade passed in this way

As the years flew she regretted her hand in her daughter's fate

Nearing the end of her life, her stunning beauty began to decay

Transformed into a wretched hag by the remorse she could not abate

On a secluded peaceful isle not far from mainland

In a modest shack that rocked in the wind

Lived a middle-aged sailor with palms rough as sand

An orphan who grew up alone, on the sea much of his love was pinned

His small tough ship was his closest friend

His metallic irises the grey of a forceful hurricane

On his nautical journeys good weather always did send

From his devoted years on the water much fame he gained

Each silver moonlit night he walked along the isle shore

His bare feet met by gentle kisses of the lapping sea

When he gazed upon the waves he knew there was nothing he loved more

For he never had a woman in his life to set his loneliness free

His endless love for the sparkling water and the salty winds only grew

He liked to kneel on the beach and feel the cool ocean on his worn hands

The ocean spirit, so gentle, loved him in turn, and wished he knew

Though trapped on the sea floor, her heart glowed like sunlight on golden sands

At night she waited, with her soft moonlit waters aglow

For him to take his stroll beneath tropic starlight

With each loving glance he cast upon her, her heart filled with sorrow

Her imprisonment of goddess immortality her greatest plight

Her heart breaking with the force of her daughter's despair

The ugly remains of a once-lavish sea queen

Left her secluded mountain home and set sail for his isle lair

A long journey, she passed many nations and faced all the vile sea creatures in between

Landing finally on his shores on a warm summer night

Bathed in lovely moon beams and awash with gentle breezes

She raced down the beach to the sailor, giving him a fright

"I am here to rescue my daughter, before her heart from loneliness freezes!"

Raising a wrinkled, twisted hand in the air

The water near the beach began to gleam with radiant light

And from the waters rose a sweet maiden so fair

Entering once more into the lovely caresses of night

The long elegant hair of the gorgeous ocean soul

Was the majestic white-gold hue of water glittering beneath the sun

It flowed silkier and softer than the mane of a newborn foal

But in reference to her hair the beauty had just begun

Her eyes glittered brighter than any star ever seen

Shaded beneath sweeping sunlit eyelashes

Her gentle irises radiated a brilliant aquamarine

Reflecting the moonlight in dazzling flashes

Her skin was painted in delicate pale shades

Reminiscent of the clouds on a clear summer day

Softer than cotton that grows in secret, lovely glades

Glowing faintly with the beauty of calm waters in May

Crafted with the utmost care; a summery face

Atop a slender body with curves like the rolling sea

Her stride performed with a flowing, liquid grace

She was the most beautiful creation to ever be

Thunderstruck, with tears in his stormy eyes, his heart open wide,

The rough wiry sailor fell to his knees on the beach

Her heart's desire fulfilled, she rushed to his side

The decrepit sea hag smiled, and opened her withered lips for a speech

"Dear sailor, I am the spirit of the great oceans

In envy of her beauty, this maiden's happiness I tried to slaughter

While imprisoned in the waves, you showed her such care and devotion

In my rage, the very things I failed to give my own daughter

During my time on earth, trying to win back my fame

I felt the guilt of banishing her to deep bottomless blue

For my grotesque appearance, I have only myself to blame

And in my heart I know I can only make amends by giving her unto you

So, I wish upon you a bond of great love and health

Across this splendid world may your descendents roam

And I bid that you find great fortune and wealth"-

She cast a long glance at the water- "It is time I returned home."

The ocean maiden raced forth and embraced the old sage

And all was forgiven of the atrocities of before

She turned and was swallowed by the sea gently as a turning page

Mother restored to her throne and daughter mortal once more

The sailor and maiden embraced, so deeply in love

Wherever she touched, his body became once more strong and young

Within her the spirit of the ocean, she was the lady he always dreamed of

Never again from his mouth would a lonely song be sung

Colored with the faint pink of a conch shell were her lips

And upon his she placed a whispering kiss

While in his palms he held her full supple hips

To always remain together was their only wish

As they embraced beneath the endless night sky

He said "I cannot wait, tomorrow become my wife!"

She held his face in her velvet palms, with a tear in her eye

She answered "With you I'll have a long happy life."

Soon into great wealth they befell

And the rickety shack on the isle became a magnificent household

Strong enough to resist every hurricane and ocean swell

Together in this mansion they shared the greatest love ever to behold

Many children and grandchildren from them came

Descendants with sunlit hair and irises grey like a storm

In history there was never a family quite the same

So kind and beautiful and hearts glowing warm

Never was a single man so envied across the world

For he had the loveliest wife, beautiful as the sea

From distant lands men sought his daughters and grand-girls

He even lived long enough that a great granddad he came to be

The beach on which he lived was riddled with many a footprint

For each night he still walked hand-in-hand with his gentle wife

Followed by many related faces on which moonlight did glint

The bigger his family grew the happier he was with his life

At the end of many a blissful decade

His fair ocean maiden was laid on a bed of white

In her age her boundless beauty never did fade

Her long grey hair still silken and shining with summer sunlight

On a brilliant summer night, the most beautiful ever seen

The elderly sailor took one last stroll with his wife

Followed by soft songs of passing and many a woeful keen

Carrying her lifeless body in his arms, she was still the greatest love of his life

He waded out into the welcoming warm tide

A lifetime of memories shimmering in his eyes, he was both joyous and forlorn

Kissing her spring flower lips one last time as he cried

He let go and returned her to the waves from whence she was born

The entire coastline was set aglow

As the fair maiden's mother came ashore

Taking in her arms her sweet daughter, and carried her down to the kingdom below

Though the maiden's descendants know the truth, the story became ancient lore

Each night of the year, an old sailor strolls down the shore

A faint ache in his heart as he slides through the sand with his cane

Watching the lovely velvet waves that remind him of someone from years before

A smile on his face as his wise old mind wonders how many years remain

Before he can be once more with his greatest love;

The ocean spirit; the beautiful maiden he still dreams of.


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