The Call - a poem on Water

This was also written on the 25th April 2014, we were given the choice of subjects, Earth, Air, Fire and Water. the option was there to pick one at random but I felt that I wanted to follow my inspiration. after a moment of though I settled on "water" and wrote this somewhat spiritual piece. And it occurs to me that in a spiritual sense Water is the element of emotion and feeling, a fitting subject for my recovery and for poetry itself.

The call

 

I call to you.

Can you hear me

From this blue womb?

Too deep for light to live

I sleep and wait amid

The monsters lost from sight.

I keep.

 

I call to you.

Can you hear me?

Currents contract and break,

And ripped from dark and silence

I wake.

My armour pulled away,

The whirlpool flays my skin.

I begin

To surface.

 

I call to you.

Can you hear me?

Through pressure crushing,

I push,

Push,

Push!

From the depth I rise

With screams and cries

I break free and see

The world arise

From blue and green,

Cleansed and clean.

A Queen.

 

I call to you.

Can you hear me?

From the roar of my chariot

Of foam and gore,

I cut the cord,

And race the waves

To golden shores.

 

I call to you.

Can you hear me?

I am born.