Hilda Oakley

Australian author and poet

   Mar 12

Slave of the Waves

She’s an exciting Mistress, windswept, forlorn,
Moody, tempting, brooding up a storm,
Rolling, tossing spume filled spray,
Alluring, enticing you as her prey.
Daring you into a challenge of intensity,
To conquer the rebellious, turbulent sea,
I rushed into the water to defy the odds,
My doubts and fears in the lap of the gods.
Cracking on a wave I rode on a swell,
Twisting, clinging hard on the edge of hell,
Man! A boost of adrenalin made me high,
I fought the elements scanning the sky,
My face copped the onslaught of teeming rain,
Now I’m ‘One with the Universe’ again.

Hilda Oakley
Copyright © 19.06.2000

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