In the ‘Writing Magazine,’ a UK magazine, there is a lady, Alice Chisholm, who invites you to send in your poems for a critique. I have sent the following poem to her. The magazine only comes out once a month, and if my poem does appear I will let you know the critique.
The poem was inspired when a friend and I went to a restaurant, by the sea, and watched this blond boy gazing out to sea and sometimes playing on a rock.
THE GOLDEN BOY
He stood in the moonlight as he called to Jupiter.
I thought him Ariel, a lion cub of God,
with golden mane, limbs pale against the dark of the sea.
I thought him a prince of the waves, Poseidon’s son.
I watched in awe this golden boy, attune with nature,
as he commanded the restless sea to follow
his rhythmic dance. Naked torso rippled with the waves,
beckoning crashing foam to listen to his song.
I thought him King Canute, ruler of the land and sea
seeking with outstretched arms the waves to ebb away.
But his innocence and his grace cast my flotsam thoughts
far upon the shore as I gazed entranced his dance.
These were my thoughts as I watched this graceful golden boy.
Lost in his own world, away in his fantasy.
Painting an ethereal picture within my mind.
But hey! He’s kinda street-wise. Get into his head.
I’m the Karate Kid, balanced on this rock, leg raised,
pointing towards the stormy sea. Invincible,
am I. Confusing my enemies with twisting arms.
Yeah, wicked, the unbeatable Karate Kid.