Lament for the Girl of the Morning Sea.

©robcullen27112021 

A premonition of merciful peace has emerged

in the morning of this day.

And as if in agreement

your hand opens to the waves.

In a movement of gratitude,

a moment of quiet acceptance.

I have heard you sing

To the waves crests

Rise, rise from your depths

Rid me of all pain

I am alone wash over me.

….

In this bright early hour

you are at once transformed.

Peace adorns you,

rests on your face.

I have seen you whisper

to the open sky

touch me, cleanse me

rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.

Your hair hangs tangled

stiffly on your eyes,

green-water droplets

trickle to your lips.

Your fingers grasp

the waters edge.

The shoreline pierces you,

Welcomes you, calls to you.

I am alone wash over me.

And you lying unseen

a curved silken spine

broken by spite

the savagery of indifference

and the brutality

of unmourned death

move without moving

knowing nothing, knowing nothing

in your quiet sadness.

I am alone wash over me.

I have heard you sing

to the waves crests

rise from your depths

rise from your submerged stillness.

I have heard you sing

to the open sky,

touch me, cleanse me,

rid me of all pain,

rid me of all fear.

I am alone wash over me.

Your mother cries for you in her silence

and mourns for another in her isolation.                          

I am alone wash over me.  

©robcullen27112021    

It seems like a long time since this poem was published in my collection “Uncertain Times” September 2016.  Even longer since I wrote this poem in 1980. It is with great sadness that we continue to witness the bodies of drowned people washed up on our shores – the bodies of migrants escaping war, political & religious persecution and the impact of climate change.   Peace be with them.