Creative Writing

The sea gaze

As the feet pirouette
around the songs that bore
into ears,
in the brine
coagulating on
the tongue,
in the scalding gaze
of the sea,
the storms that lay
concealed in the feet
get the urge to
tear asunder the sails
and become the moon
shattered anchorless
in dreamy whirlpools.
.
If the red mesh of the liver
of the invisible rivers
in the eddies of the eyes
desire to bloom again,
it has to meditate with shut eyes
inside the coral shells.
.
the roots that creep upon
the body gone dry
of the sea smell
become scales where the
greenness crawls.
.
as the steps develop cramps
slipping on the white roads
of the land,
rubbing off the mould
on memories,
abandoning the meltings of
the body on the rocks,
spreading like awakening songs
of the sun,
falling on the bosom of the sea
that sleeps not,
to kiss the inner eye
of the sky
fins are sprouting on the feet.

- Stalina S, tr. Ra Sh