On thy cold grey stones.
Oh Sea! And I would that
my tongue could utter the thoughts that arise in me”
Alfred,Lord Tennyson. 1809-1892.
I suppose it is because I was born under Pisces that I have an affinity with the sea. I do in fact compare my life to it.
The ups and downs of it are really like waves of unfathomable depth,they bring and they take away.They can sparkle and they can spit,and they throw you up on lifes hard shore.
There are seas and there are oceans,mine is definetely the Atlantic.No smooth millpond for me.
Aegaeus and Aeolus have paid their respects,and Poseidon looked on.
But he sent me Aphrodite,and beautiful Halcyon days,and for those I must be thankful,when the south westerlys rage.
Picture thanks to Andrew Miller,Artist,Devon,UK