Seashore Madness
This place is mine especially in the spring.
Distressed and stranding my soul in guilt.
Sometimes as I sit here, I hear the bells ring.
Of the schooner, my lover of the sea built.
He sailed away many times before that night.
I awaited each return with eager, endearing love.
Each time I saw his lady of the sea, sweet delight.
Thanking the glorious power in the Heavens above.
Until that one fateful night of a storm of such rage,
Took my lover and his lady of the sea, down under,
Jealousy devours my soul now, as seen upon this page.
For his lady of the sea I ponder, placed with his plunder.
She took my lover from me and here I sit in sadness.
She now has my lover forever, and I only madness.
Woman at Seashore - French painting - 1850/1950 - Metropolitan Museum of Art
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Words my muse gave me while viewing this painting.
written for contest
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