This is the third of the four parts of an unfinished series
Rime of the Emerald Isles
3- Churning of the sea
Way over the windmills,
The disguised wizard did fly,
On the sight of the orange owl,
Other mooneyed birds did shy.
The orange owl did fly fast,
With the letter safe in its beak,
Towards the Emerald isle he went,
As the prince watched with a heart weak.
From the room in his castle,
Prince Talram kept looking on,
The moons vanished, the sun rose,
And 'twas time for a new dawn.
The orange owl glimmered in the sunrays,
But the glimmer wasn't for long,
As stormy clouds approched,
Lightning struck and thunders gonged.
The morning sun hid behind the dark,
The tides in the ocean were long and high,
Fishes flopped on sandy beaches and in pain did whales cry.
But never thought of shedding tears,
Was the owl with strong will,
Everyone was afraid,
And in their fear, they stood still.
Gales curled and whirlpools formed,
The biggest whirlpool vigorously bubbled,
A giant figure rose from inside,
With no intention, than to trouble.
Creatures cowered and sailors cried,
For it was the legendary ocean god,
Flaunting his long blue hair,
And in his hand was a lightning rod.
~Ajay
March 2017
