
He was born in the salt-sting tempest
demigod son of a Celtici priestess
ravaged by a trickster god of the sea
oblivious to his origins and form
only known survivor of Carcharodon
ancient predator of the deep
Shipwrecked in the hinterlands
arriving at the end of the wilds
Portuguese, sea-faring mystic
hunting melancholic forests of kelp
prowling the labyrinth with the hunger
of an addict, driven to destroy
Grey sky pierced by the padrõe
inscribed with King’s coat of arms,
divine mark of ownership,
over Africa and her heretical heart
he mistook her saudade,
whale song of longing, for a sacrament
a carnal invitation in a strange tongue
His treacherous bite severed her soul
bleeding into the seafoam
he circles, awaiting her final heartbeat
Not sure anything could have interrupted the fateful trajectory of either of them 😦 Excellent writing!
Wow, this is stunning, stunning, stunning. I love the imagery and it’s just wow. So darkly and elegantly written.
“His treacherous bite severed her soul
bleeding into the seafoam
he circles, awaiting her final heartbeat”
I love the final few lines, it ends with a soon to be bang, a finale to darkness or death. Fascinating poem!
A chilling write!
The ‘melancholy’ seeps through every line of your poem … very nice.
“he mistook her saudade,
whale song of longing, for a sacrament
a carnal invitation in a strange tongue” …….. tragic
Mesmerizing read! I loved the ending where is bite severed her soul and then he circles. Chilling!
What a fantastic story–and those last lines are spectacular!