5/21/13

The Shores of Bombay
By Deborah Guzzi


A tear drop of land in a endless sea waits
for just the right footfalls to hide and to rest.
The sun browns their skin, the ocean narrates
and in harsh storm or out, their love coalesces.
They have survived and marooned here they await
forming sand castles at Poseidon's request.
Rolled child-like in sea foam and tossed on the tide
two children of Aphrodite in moonlight bide.

With conch shells as turrets, and driftwood as doors,
and sea glass windows above sandy floors white,
they dine at tables with legs made of oak oars,
eating seaweed salads with veracious delight.
In their castle of sand fair La Mere bore two more
sea urchins divine from their birth each a sprite.
La Mere and her mates remain till this day
in castle of sand near the shores of Bombay.


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First published at the age of sixteen, I have continued to write for the past fifty years. I have published works in the literary journals of Western Connecticut University. I have also published two illustrated volumes of poetry, The Healing Heart and Heaven and Hell In A Nutshell. At the present, I write articles for Massage and Aroma Therapy Magazines.