Daemona,
hold your breath
and pull me in.
I am of the earth,
but I am also a man
of earthly sins.
I deserve the waves,
the salt, and the sea,
and your crystal fangs,
Daemona.
Mother of the Deep,
to you, I pray,
and here I sit,
an anchor trapped ashore,
my chain rattles
in the foam,
a message for the seas,
rising
to meet desperation
in a place, where a man
might do almost anything.
Dear Daemona,
I can see the gleam
of either eyes or teeth,
or perhaps it’s your scales
that shine from the deep.
I am not an anchor.
I am a man.
I have heard your song,
and to the sea, I am
happy for the waves,
the undertow,
and all the ways,
Daemona drags
me to my grave.
©️ 2020.
This is a tribute to Tara Caribou’s Daemona. If you aren’t familiar with her delightful work, please go have a read. She’s a treasure.