"luna" by Michael pixie john

luna

the raging salt packed wind 

was wild illusion in her fevered head

yet the sylph of western breezes writhed in the fearsome fury of the storm

shell boats tossed across the bay lay crumpled on the sand

while out to sea the siren smiled

in the whipped and swirling crimson

her iron eyes adored the sky

as sunbeams chanced to peep through the frenzied mad melee

she danced to see them glitter on the spray

laughed her lucky laugh

dived deep among the kelp and hid away

these shores so splendid in their ruin

the sea the sylphwind on the run

red seafire of the passing sun

and jagged lashed

the rocks hold fort before the land 

sure luna would not summon such ferocity at night

her lure the gentle silver scattering of light