Spirit of the Sea » 20180126-LIN_0594_melinda_anderson-Edit

3 responses

  1. MaryAnn Hardy

    There certainly is a face in the curling wave. There are two perfectly placed eyes, cheeks, a nose and pursed lips, a broad intelligent forehead and a sweeping, brave jaw. And that’s how myths are born. The breakers used to be plunging white horses, and now… a sea god. Very lucky, Melinda!

    December 13, 2018 at 2:53 am

  2. MaryAnn Hardy

    White Horses
    by Irene F. Pawsey
    Far out at sea
    There are horses to ride,
    Little white horses
    That race with the tide.

    Their tossing manes
    Are the white sea-foam,
    And the lashing winds
    Are driving them home —

    To shadowy stables
    Fast they must flee,
    To the great green caverns
    Down under the sea.

    December 13, 2018 at 2:59 am

  3. MaryAnn Hardy

    I have always loved this poem about “white horses” because I grew up with a series of volumes called My Bookhouse. They had the most wonderful illustrations and one of my favorites was the illustration for this poem. I finally located it on-line after reading countless beautiful poems about “White Horses”–even a very long one by Rudyard Kipling, which was VERY serious and metaphysical. By all the poetry, you can tell that the shore with breakers coming in the wind and on the tide is very inspiring to poets. But here is my childhood favorite… because it was my first.

    WHITE HORSES
    I saw them plunging through the foam,
    I saw them prancing up the shore—
    A thousand horses, row on row,
    And then a thousand more!
    In joy they leaped upon the land,
    In joy they fled before the wind,
    Prancing and plunging on they raced,
    The huntsman raced behind.
    When this old huntsman goes to sleep,
    The horses live beneath the waves;
    They live at peace, and rest in peace,
    Deep in their sea green caves.
    But when they hear the huntsman’s shout
    Urging his hounds across the sea,
    Out from their caves in frenzied fear
    The great white horses flee!
    To-day they plunged right through the foam,
    To-day they pranced right up the shore,
    A thousand horses, row on row,
    And then a thousand more.
    —HAMISH HENDRY

    December 13, 2018 at 3:18 am

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s