Artisan (Poetry)

A sculpture in foam - restless study in wet -
chameleon waters froth emerald and jet;
they hiss their old agonies, moan like a ghost
that drags shingle-manacles up the wild coast.

Sea-painter and poet, a weaver of dreams,
elemental translator of abstract extremes,
designer, creator - green demons of art
whip storm-inspirations to salt-lash my heart.

Now drown me in colours, deny me one breath
of an alien air - let me sample my death
moulded by oceans - see how I am drawn
to that dark pulsing womb-world still secret with spawn.

The painter is watching; the poet he hears
the song of the humpback, the wave-dragon rears
and roars of the fate of the philistine man
sucked back to the dark where the circle began.