Sarah Das Gupta
A Spring Tide
Earth lies held between the pull of Sun and Moon. In this spatial tug of war, earth’s oceans are trapped, by Apollo’s chariot and the bow of Artemis. In petulant, watery protest, the waves leap ever higher. The tide is rising waves crash in fury, over the sea wall, surging, trespassing, along the empty promenade. Shells are thrown high, caught in lizard tongues of foam, licking clean pebbles and shards of shingle. In the full moon, the light rides on the white crests rolling shoreward, frilly, frivolous white lace on the dark muscle of heaving water. Waves pound over rocks, Moon beams light a path, over the wild waves, Lighthouses vanish in foam, ships are tossed, water streams over the gunnels. Then days of calm till the moon is new again. |
Sarah Das Gupta is a retired teacher from near Cambridge, UK. Her work has been published in a wide variety of magazines and journals from a number of countries, including US, UK, Australia, Canada, India, Germany, Croatia,and Romania.