The Ocean Drunk

ocean-drunk

The ocean’s spoiling for a fight.
It’s crashed and boomed and roared all night
And kept the harbour town awake
With all the threatening noise it makes.
Its massive, gaping, foam-flecked maw
Keeps sucking gravel from the shore
Then smacking shut like lead on lead.
It’s torn its shoulders into shreds,
And bruised the sagging clouds then, hunching,
Rammed the cliff face – kicking, punching!
Breaking stanchions from the pier.
This ocean’s drunk, so don’t go near.

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