Nine Waves triolet sequence

A beautifully evocative series of poems inspred by the sea, by fellow blogger Jane Dougherty. Just let the words tell the story.

Jane Dougherty Writes

Peter Bouchier asked me to put all the Nine Waves poems together in a single post. Please excuse the repetition if you’ve already read them.

Nine waves crash upon the strand,

In my ears the surf’s wild roar,

Golden arrow leaves my hand.

Nine waves crash upon the strand,

Arrow knows the dark command,

Flying to the heart’s deep core.

Nine waves crash upon the strand,

In my ears the surf’s wild roar.

In the trough of the tallest wave,

Kissed by pearly spindrift blown,

I feared the sea would be my grave.

In the trough of the tallest wave,

Wild horses plough the green to save,

The seeds of love that we had sown,

In the trough of the tallest wave,

Kissed by pearly spindrift blown.

Seed pearls cast in gloomy waters,

Into the arms of waving kelp,

Treasure hoard of sea king’s daughters’.

Seed pearls cast in gloomy…

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