Of the Sea
Strong and venerable these beings are of mother earth,
She is my equal, my mother, my daughter,
Protect but not to smother,
Set free without a cage but offer home to return,
Never to look down upon, but to share a thought,
Worship her soul and not only the skin,
I am but the moon as she is my earth, floating beyond the sun,
When I am lost at sea she will guide me home,
Shall I not respect the things above?
Then I drown to contemplate from below
An ode to the siren, the mermaid, the women of the land and sea.
Photo project digital stills and hand drawn ink of prints.