Excalibur - Excalibur - 10

Musings on an Atlantic crossing, 10

Neptune

Black shark eyes
Hagfish maw
Muscles of slab rock
Bloated flesh
Razor scales
Crusted barnacle heart

Don’t be fooled by his crown of pink coral
And carnival court of colourful fish.
His robes are the sails of a wrecked Indies trader
His shield is the hull of a torn submarine
His wrath is hundred foot thundering wave
His roar is a deafening wall of tsunami

He will pick you up and hurl you
clean from coast to coast
He will knock you down and drag you
deep to the icy black.
All hail Neptune
Hail, and beware