Pim Claridge

Life in the Scottish Borders, one stanza at a time

Fantasy Girl

Seahorses rode the tide torn waves
as they fell on the long bay shore.
while she sat on rocks cushioned with weed
and combed her long sea hair.
long sea hair

As she combed she sang her sweet siren song
and counted bright stars in the sky,
her song was a wish for stars of her own,
for then she could weave a dream for him,
of her life with him, at sea with him.
at sea with him

At dawn she dived through sea-green sheets
and found the sea-bed sprinkled with stars,
she gathered them up in delicate hands
and wove each star in a silken web
to swing in the long sea tide
in the long sea tide
long sea tide
sea tide