by Chris Marbutt
Dark-mane Poseidon, you are the Lord
Of the wine dark sea.
Wondrous things are hidden
Within your watery realm.
Friend of sailors
Fair Deo you wooed in vain,
And for her fashioned the first horses,
And when your love was refuted
A gift you made them unto mortal kind.
Friend of sailors,
Rise up from the earth-hugging sea
And bless us here.
Copyright © 2007, Chris Marbutt