Black wave, full of twisting stems and pods.
Driven by angry storm and wild spirits.
Smell the negative ions, dark anions.
Listen, it’s the breath of the Kraken.
From the depths, a giant foaming cauldron
forged in iron by angry gods.
I am for the wild green waters.
Trust to the blue and white winds.
My legs, weed wrapped, ocean gifted.
I could live here, for forever and one day.
©️ Dai Fry August 10th 2019.