Wednesday, February 22, 2006


In reply to Shiloh's photograph
In reply to Gwen's Poem "Neptune's Steeds"
I offer my feelings and thoughts
For those who gaze out to sea
and wish again for spawning and swimming
And then think of whence we came
Of course it calls us who believe
those with restless spirit

The longing to be where we belong
That part of us which craves a home
A home not of material belongings where we can rest and feel free
Perhaps it is our need to be sustained
We must be heard ,for no other place
makes us feel as free

The moon that shines upon the sea
Is the moon that shines for me and thee
As Gwen waits for it to rise
I see it here in my homeland
And will think of her
With feet in the soft sand
about to climb on board
that steed to carry herto those
she feels akin to be

Hurry hurry Gwen to your dream underwater
For those places unchartered are disappearing
As those of greed will make them dark
and deprive them of the creatures we have
known of long ago and whence we came
Mother of Pearl,rare fish,Minki whales
the list is long
The greed longer and ongoing at a fast pace.

One day as Winnie Cross once said
"When we are there we will rest
And be free
It is home ,it is home
Where we long to be"...............

Lois (Muse of the Sea) 23/2/06

Shiloh shared her pic below with me and a poem began to percolate.

At last!!! Inspiration to write! So here is the picture and what it inspired.

Neptune’s Steeds

My life will never be the same.
‘Twas my own fault as well
For I gazed of my free will
Upon the full moon rising
With a restless tide.

It was there that I was caught.
Mesmerised and claimed
By the Moon and Stars
Glistening so close to
The sea-strand and me.

Waves foamed their way ashore.
Coming with every inch closer
To my feet as they sunk
Into the darkened sands
Packed by salt water.

At first I was unbelieving of them.
They were creatures of myth
Legends that had nearly been lost.
Could such a thing remain unseen,
Unknown through all explorations?

It was on one such wave they came.
Their voices rang like conch-shells,
Manes fading, swirling into the foam,
They pranced within the waves
For now free of harness and chariot.

Every scale on their tail-halves a-glisten.
Their eyes the shade of wave-troughs,
And horns that were of mother of pearl.
They seemed to me to be inviting me,
“Come, come closer, ride us, if you dare.”

A deep breath and still frisson-rack’d,
I clambered onto a smooth, cool back.
My awed, whispered thought was this,
“I could lose myself in these eyes.”
As we were away to the depths.

I was escorted to the Halls of Neptune.
There was I gifted with this curse.
Every Full Moon I must return here
And keep a date with destiny
Learning Magics long-forgotten.

Apprenticed to Neptune am I.
To know the ways of wave and tide.
Ride the wild water steeds,
Visit the ocean’s darkest places,
Places that have never been charted.

Betweens the Days of Calling
I am forever torn in two.
The human me still remaining
Cries for the safety of the sand,
While her heart longs for the sea.

© 2006 Gwen M. Myers