The Surrogate Sea by Danielle E. Shipley #Fantasy #Giveaway

They say I am broken, for I cannot speak.

The East Wind scorns, the North Wind sneers,

While West Wind’s mouth turns down in pity.

A pity that Wind of the South and Sea

Can have no daughter more than me.

No power of my own, but only

Silent shadows of their strengths.

They say my name –

Say “little Great one” –

Meaning one and not the other.

They think me small.

They think me nothing.

They wonder that my father storms

And mother swells

To hear such talk,

For is the talk not true?

They call me weak.

They call me dumb.

They say

They say

They say

I say

Without a word

Without a sound

Or with a song that flows and blows

With music sprung up from my spirit

Melodies of meaning

With a gesture

With a dance

A glance, a tilt, a twist, a touch

What I say in what you see

Meaning in the movement

Look and listen.

Stop and watch me.

See the speech inside my silence –

Truths I speak where words would stumble.

Use your eyes,

Your ears,

Your core.

Silence. Listen.

There it is.

I say

I say

I say

I am

Not wind, not Sea,

But both, and neither.

Born of each,

By both beloved.

Judged worthy in their hearts,

And mine.

And you

Will

Hear me

.

.

.

Music echoing on long after song is done.