Sea Lullaby

The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood.

A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk

The sea creeps to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murdered today.

She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him
to death, for a joke.

Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.

Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night
To wash her long fingers
In silvery light.

by Elinor Morton Wylie

Comments (8)

It truly happens..... Thanks for sharing.....
This is nice poem keeping in view the present scenario.
The battles of this life are going to another day
Talk is the best way to solve a problem. But this is what happens when talks break down and war starts. Thanks for sharing.
The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon speak; The battle has begun., wisely written
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