Cyclone Turtle from Queen Tide by Gladsome Throng

Cyclone Turtle

Moving secure in her safe harbour,
Whirling down to the deep sea floor,
Curling in ribbons, turtle in the ocean,
Many messages in her motion,
Among the sea grass fields,
The laneways of the reef.

Seasons, cyclones, moons, and tides,
The elements earth, air, water fire,
Her shell reflects the world about,
A thickening in a shape is formed,
Reflecting the rumbling thunder
Of planes landing on the runway,
The motorboat noise makes grooves
The water becomes disturbed, not smooth.

Unseen space creatures flying here
Loved for half a million years,
In ceramic saucers reflecting clouds
Now silently look down.

Look down and mourn the dying reef
They have loved for half a million years.
Half a million years,
Now mournfully look down.

It is shrinking, paler now
Within the blue green glow,
Space beings, they wonder how,
We have let it all erode.

The Reef tourists flying here
Loved for only fifty years,
In metal capsules, a noisy sound,
Slightly drunk not looking down.

They never notice the dying reef
They have loved for fifty years.
Look at the islands, at the sea,
Do not see the dying reef,
Never mournfully look down.

The turtle dance is changing now,
Alters the current’s flow,
Her new shell pattern creating how
The waters swirl and flow,

The ocean mist is curling now,
The breezes turn their flow,
The turtle rhythms showed it how
Now the Cyclone begins to grow.

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