Sea Sunday

Today being Sea Sunday I used John Masefeild’s poem ‘Sea Fever’ to contrast the idyll of pottering about on boats with the harsh reality of a seafarers life.  Now as he is not yet dead 100 years I can not copy his poem out in full for you on this blog, however I can quote a couple of lines which I absolutely love:

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

The beauty of poetry telling of harshness amidst romance, painting a picture with but a few words which would take far too many more words to explain but yet still speak loud and clear, speaking to the heart and soul.  There is something so liturgical about those final six words ‘the wind’s like a whetted knife.’, something about them that rings and resounds and speaks of oh so many things.


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