NEPTUNE RESTS CALM, TRANQUIL
EMERALD, GREEN BLUENESS
WARM QUIETNESS ENGULFS
HIS MANY SECRETS HELD IN CLOSE EMBRACE.
PHOENIX, SECRET, SUN AND WARMTH, INNER GLOWS
IN HER VAST WOMBNESS WAITS
SOMEWHAT IMPATIENTLY, A BOTTOMLESS VOLCANO
DEEP FROM WITHIN THE EARTH’S VERY BOWELS.
NEPTUNE’S FORTUNE. TOWERING. CASCADING
GREY GREENESS
GENTLEST WHISPERS OF FROTHY SPUME
GATHERED BY THE GALES.
PHOENIX REVELS, BLAZING. RAGING
ORANGE. RED
WISPEY SMOKINESS. GENTLE CLOUDS
FANNED BY THE BREEZE.
NEPTUNE’S BREAST. THUNDERING. POUNDING
DESCENDING. CRASHING
CLUTCHING. RELEASING UNKNOWN MISSILES
WHO KNOWS THE TERROR OF THE WAVES?
PHOENIX CALLS. ROARING. CRACKLING
SWIRLING. SUFFOCATING
HER INFERNO SHOWS NO MERCY
WHO CAN KNOW THE TERROR OF THE FLAMES.
NEPTUNE WITH HIS FORTUNE ON HIS BREAST
PHOENIX REVELS IN SECRET CALLS
LOVERS BORN TO DISAGREE
FROM NEPTUNES CRUEL DEPTHS, PHOENIX RISES TO BE FREE.
Authors note: I have tasted the dangers of the sea explored volcanoes and flown the world and it is encapsulated right there at Yesnaby in my beloved Orkney.