Oh thou art Poseidon’s blessing fair,
Borne by the waves and washed to my shore,
Abundant in crimson coral and opulent pearls,
You have a beauty which curtails
The calling of sirens, setting me into straits
Unknown and familiar, swirling past cragged coasts
Of queendom gained, kingdom lost.
You have an island, applauded, enthralled
Sentinelled by trees armed with sharp amber bark;
Leaves are golden and rivers silver –
The moon in the sky just an opal sliver,
Smiling mouth shimmering aquiver
As she looks down upon
The passionate trade.
Let me wade in waters new,
Iridescent shifting indigo violet green white blue –
The crown and the compass distorted, fully formed;
Mine for the taking, yours to hold in a storm.
Sceptre-handed and robed, I kneel at your fore
To send a blessing to ancient gods
And receive enough immortality to reassure.
Conversion, baptism, christened thus, neo named;
Call me your beloved, set me out to swim in chains –
Yet hold me close, watch me dive for discoveries untold,
As lip to lip myself to you has been sold.