On the Surface of Her Swell


I lay

upon her undulating surface,

her heaving swell,

ploughing a furrow

through her dripping valleys

rising at first high then

dipping down low.

My keel slips and slides

in her deep wetness below

and I push at her

with my bow forcing her

apart as I go.

I press on into her

deeper, and deeper as

she rises to me in her swelling

ferment of resistance.

No calm sea ever

made for skilled seamen,

and I feel her passion wash

against me, pushing back

on all sides of me,

hitting my boards and whipping

my flanks and back like

cold steel fingertips.

On her, into her I glide

plunging on further

into her slapping wet,

onwards to a haven wall

is reached,

and journey’s end comes.

There I will rest by her side

supping on her fruits,

savouring my moments with her,

and the memories born

on the surface of her swell.


Malek Montag,

Rochester, 2016


Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15

Photo Credit: http://carolanncarrigan.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Sea-Swell-300×300-bw.jpg



About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on Niume.com.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s