Calling me, my shore, the old man’s village
Giant octopus nests under the rainbow cliff
Upward your commend I have never left you
Throaty islands open dawn for the horizon
People eat sun their misty morning
People eat moon their lusty night
Women bathed their child a dragon mouth
Feed her love child sky thunder breasts
And also made their daughter sinners
Cloud swings joy cradles on the sailor’s creek
Sea king’s swiveling robs in his wheels
Salty sun cracks spidery midday shade
Bandwagon linen skirt swaps wild grapes
The cropping plum silver gowned guest
Sea lion beat his shrewd winter bride
Leap autumn, moon child cracked her dawn
Lucky den moon child in the old village
Grandmamma her magi girdled shore
Years, fishing were great in South Seas
Old man wrote the child grand trine lined chart
Her dowry is the sea the old man promised
Snake god pitches his reef to mortal’s gate
Burnt their night’ a moored waterfall
Made a love colony in wild orchid bed
Fierce their scripted rituals foliages
No one dare to challenge the old man’s’ shore
His three faced meridian, his envisioned chart
His golden conceal seven fountain voyages
Thunder maiden, tiara raindrops for his aid
Swelling dark sea versed prolong, his lighting
She wears the distant sea to the village
Impel my maiden, thunder my sea bed
O my land wheat granges, vinery crops
O so summer snowdrops for wintry waist
O so the old man’s supreme trine love
O, so the wealthy; sky sea and field
O so the moon child opens her hemispheres
Awakening the seashore for her rich dowry
O so lungful air bust into the miracles hued sea
I am a rich maiden from the old man’s shore
Greetings the silvery guest southern sky
10:42am 13/12/2007
© Young Sun Kim-Walker
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