The sea is closer to my love #poetry #Earthweal

The sea is closer to my love
and I to thee am wed:
Not thee my love
but love, the sea,
the strand and the beach-head.

The sea is closer to my dreams
I sing them to the wind;
not to be heard
by beast, or bird:
To clear my clouded mind.

Oh sea, wild sea, my secrets keep
as I stand on the shore
if you reveal
my love, you steal:
I shall not tell thee more.

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Just playing with words today, imagining a lovelorn walk along a deserted beach. Also employing a bit of an antiquated style to see how that comes over.

Sharing for Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend. Felt I needed a break from festive writing and maybe a fresh sea breeze is just the thing.

The photo is of Beachy Head, a place I used to visit a lot when I lived in the South East of England. I found it on Pixabay.

36 thoughts on “The sea is closer to my love #poetry #Earthweal

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  1. a different play on style, words and fun. you always jump out of the box and grow Ingrid. oh the sea.. how I love your soothing secrets held there for all of us to imagaine. ❀️❀️❀️

  2. Well, it’s a delight and I sure resonate with the sea notes — the eternal tides through us while we grasp for mortal equivalents and human loves. But in the longing spaces we hear the sea. – Brendan

  3. Writing a ballad, an old-fashioned song, is like a breath of fresh air. It takes us out of complex angsts and pares emotion down to its simplest form. I like this very much.

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