I have been inspired by a fabulous video that i have witnessed that captures some intimate swimming monets of some beautiful humpback whales.
I will post the video at the bottom of the page for you to enjoy and hopefully it will inspire you to write a poem about whales or some other sea creature of your choice, like the doklpins that are the angles of the sea. Though i think that whales must have some hevenly roll under there too, they are so peaceful and big like God's blue sky. Most of the wordls is under water, not just the mistical city of Atlantis that some of our forebaears came from (we know who we are as we have a special job to do on the earth) and it is no mistake that some of the universes most special creatures live under the sea. Octopuses even can open jars. This is surely proof that there is a great plan that we dont yet understand (well some of us do but its a secret until the time) octopuses have been on the earth for much longer than jars yet they know how to open jars. Think about it. I have gone off the point but my imagination just sparks off like a dominoe toppling record attempt with lighter fuel dribbled on each domino when i think of such wondrouesness of the netural world. And so it is with this in mind that i share this new poem. hot off the press.
She Whale
Magnificent, majestic, giants of the deep
Some of you look gnarled; gherkins with eyes
bobbing and jostling through greeny fluid
innocent and pure as newborns in utero
Big barnacled elephants; dinosaurs of the sea
Yet you glide, o’er the tides
serene submarines of flesh and blubber
fat synchronised swimming ballet dancers,
slowly rotating like joyful lava lamp blobs
underwater fantasia hippos in the nude
but not rude,
it is as it should be, for thee.
Once your bones were confined in corsets and bras
That they too would tame the blubbery ebb
Of female forms in Victorian times
when women were Evil Eves
Hidden, covered and confined by man’s hatred
of his lustful undercurrents
his uncontrollable urges and surges
blamed on the splendour of the feminine flow.
Beautiful She Whale now we’re unkindly compared
unto you if we deign to be too fat, too languid,
too wide of breech, too much...
in a man’s world that beaches our dreams.
And so to the sea,
where they harpooned you to your bloody grave
though thine spirit left the earth, our planet,
from free sea swimming
unto the heavens; now you are stars,
not bras
your huge corpses were commodity, like women today.
your being: melted and sliced, sold every which way
made into soap that could never unstink
the vile ways of men
and into phallic like candles – man made light
From the body of one that swam,
naked under the watch of our milky true moon
at one with the clocks and seasons of schools of whales
and the secret sea
of she.
Here is the video that inspired. me
