Sunset’s bright red-golden hues
Turn into night’s silver grey-blues
While you rest here, silently napping,
Soft waves are gently lapping,
By dint of a medallion moon;
Playing with her bold, full beams
To reveal, concealed,
Your galleon soon
Swaying; with hold full of dreams.
Night follows day with a dazzling display
Stretching to faraway shores
Stars that astound and remind you
That beauty forever surrounds you
And that ‘Whatever is yours
Will find you’ Ebb and flow, my hearty, ebb and flow. Mother moon sings her song to the sea. Yo-ho-ho, my hearty, yo-ho-ho! My mother sang the song to me.
High above, shines your star
To guide you
By light of love
Tucked inside you
By those who watch from afar.
Should a storm brew as storms sometimes do
The fierce wind that blows, cries “Steady as she goes”
Safe on board, rest assured,
Your craft, sturdy- built, will lift and will tilt
To see you safely through.
Beyond passing fears, dry land appears
Neptune savours the waves.
In the calm he brings, whispering sea sings
“Fortune favours the brave” Ebb and flow, my hearty, ebb and flow. Mother moon sings her song to the sea. Yo-ho-ho, my hearty, yo-ho-ho! My mother sang the song to me.
Through still air and squall, calm waters and swell
Think of all the tall tales you can tell
Of marvellous things, whale’s mighty roar
Of dragon’s wings and strange birds that soar
Of mermaids’ tails splashing, giant waves crashing
Of pirate coves, forbidden, treasure troves hidden-
Out of reach
Where caskets of plunder blasted asunder
Shed gold coins left strewn on a beach.
Where stray moonbeams dance
On unicorns who prance
And dolphin leaps with flying fish.
It all conspires with one desire
To grant you your every wish. Ebb and flow, my hearty, ebb and flow. Mother moon sings her song to the sea. Yo-ho-ho, my hearty, yo-ho-ho! My mother sang the song to me.
Be wise and come home, young one
With lessons learnt from turtle below
Who exists by resisting flotsam that swirls
In an ocean of emotion. He knows.
By wisely nodding and plodding, he is free
To journey around and around and around this old world
Singing along to the song
Of the sea.
He pays no heed- to time or to speed;
Smiles you know
Because he goes with the flow.
What lies behind him;
He looks forward, always grinning
With no notion of ends or beginnings. When new dawn breaks, When you yawn awake, bleary-eyed. Never fear! This will all still be here To remind you ‘Whatever is yours will find you.’ When you drift back on the morning’s tide.
Maggie O’Brien has an Honours Degree in English and Philosophy from Leeds University. She has spent most of her working life teaching the ‘disenfranchised’ in many parts of the world. She was born and raised in Southmead, Bristol UK of an English mother and an Irish father. She moved to Granard, Ireland in 1996 where she now resides. Active on the Poetry Slam circuit in Bristol throughout 1995, she was a guest poet at the prestigious Cheltenham Arts Festival in the same year and organiser of the Poetry Event at the Bristol Free Festival. She has also been broadcast by the BBC. (She is now also an author).