I have to grr a bit at today’s prompt (sea shanties) because I have an ocean-themed poetry collection out on sub and it sucks to do an ocean bit I can’t add to it. So grr. yarr. Whatever.

Tides roll high

Tides roll low

Tides roll us away from hearth and home

Seas are green to the south

Black to the north

Gold in the morning and blood at dusk

Colors change with the wind

Change with the moon

But there’s colors at the bottom only dead men know

Colors at the bottom where the dead men go

Waves roll high

Waves roll low

Waves roll us away to distant shores

Waves smile in the south

Rage in the north

Murmur in the morning and whisper at dusk

There’s waves at the bottom only dead men know

Waves at the bottom where the dead men go

Secrets at the bottom only dead men know

I want rum now.