The Chastisement of the Sea's Star
by Emmanuel Mendoza Hernandez
11 May 2020
Written by an abashed friend comforting his bashed friend.
Copenhagen, 2018. This was the photo I remembered when I wrote this poem. I wish you well, friend.
She is a nymph of the sea, and I a mortal wizard. She is my friend by platonic covenant deep and a true. I cannot forbid her from her lover. I can only offer wisdom and comfort.The madman Neptune calls for her violently when the temporal lords have forbade it. She will break oaths and laws to be with frothy-mouthed Neptune.
Wizard: What can you do when the wisps of the sea call you?
Her: I will endure the whips of judgment upon me by the forbidding time and seasons, covertly breaching protocols of binding. No spell can these temporal lords bind me away from him.
Wizard: Deny him, deny yourself. The calls of the sea has its moment but now is not the time to be reunited to Aphrodite's plaything, drastic Neptune!
Her: Alas, my love calls for me, forbidden is our meeting.
I shall come upon his far shores and speak untruths to the bloody gatekeepers to be with him, sweet freedom, he is.
I have longed for his charging tides and sandy, shifty yet serene paths, my love, the sea!
I will lie to my teeth to be with him, my frothy mouthed lover, warm to the touch of the sun! I shall drink the wines of wrath, I care not the consequences.
Alas, my wise friend, I care not for their idolatrous cries or your truthful words of protection.
I am hurt by the chains of being enclosed two moons far away from my frothy sea, forbidden to touch him, until the plague's required isolation ends.
Let me be, seize me not! You have no hold on me, wizard! My friend, depart.
Wizard: Be on your way. I have indeed no hold on you, old friend.
And thus the wrath of the population of the earth cry out for blood and the Wizard was swept by the tides, helpless.
And the Earth, and all its denizens, gnashed their teeth against her flesh and spat her out.
- End.
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