Sea Picture


Beyond the obscure city’s

Green light and blue grass

Rolls the sea under the night sky.

The beach is empty, though

A boat against the current

Beats on, borne on the waves.

Incoherently, steadfastly, it

Moves into the past.


There the Norns spin their endless yarns,

Waiting for storms to

Upset the world.


We are helpless

When the fates play

And wreck our lives

Under emerald waves.

Pulled under through seaweed,

Churned in the tide,

There is no escape or sanctuary.



© HMH, 2020







2 responses to “Sea Picture”

  1. Debi Ennis Binder avatar

    How can it be so soft and pretty, yet not? A poem that is so appropriate for today.

    1. Hanne H avatar
      Hanne H

      Thank you, Debi, for your thoughts on my poem. It came to me as an inspiration. What can I say? It may have been a mixture of despair and longing for something — as yet unattainable.

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