safe habours ebb and flow

Ocean Love - Ronnie Landfield*

when my world was a life raft                I was drowning

your arms became my safe habour         behind breakwater

you rocked me in the ebb and flow        tides of change

held me tight through hurricanes          pounding surf

cared not my hair was seaweed              tidal pool mirror

I did not feel the loosening of grip         high tide turning

til I passed the channel buoy                 moon rising

and washed out to sea                           once more adrift                 

Prompt Night, hosted by Sanaa, The Hidden Realm. I chose to write of a safe haven – I place where once I could retreat, but now, it is hidden from me.

*image: ©Ronnie Landfield Ocean Love 1981 under Fair Use

And for a musical hidden realm: Loreena McKennitt’s Stolen Child – Yeats poem about faeries set to music

“Stolen Child”

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats
There we’ve hid our faery vats
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries
Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles
Whilst the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams
Away with us he’s going
The solemn-eyed
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand.


13 thoughts on “safe habours ebb and flow

  1. This is absolutely breathtaking Lorraine :D such beautiful images here and that musical hidden realm plays as a fine addition with your poem :D Beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support.

    Lots of love,


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