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.