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Ode to the Black Ocean

This little poem of mine was a piece published in a little book put out by our college poetry writing studio back in the day (i.e. the 90’s). It was a tribute to the feminine Leviathan.

An Ode to the Black Ocean

Swift rushing black waves
pour cold, salty liquid
around my ankles.
In the darkness of night,
I stand and watch you with
your hushed whispering.

You, who speaks to no one,
but the full moon that pushes
its light through the
dark gray clouds, and lights
the foamy crests of the
Tsunami that crashes onto the
pale sand and breaks on the
sharp, uneven rocks.

You, the mother of the deep
abyss, whose lives live forever
in  your watery womb.
You pull me to you with such
strength, sucking me into
the blackness that fills my
lungs in a suffocating embrace.

Steph is an award winning and bestselling author of thrilling steamy and paranormal romances, dark urban fantasy, occult horror-thrillers, cozy mysteries, contemporary romance, sword and sorcery fantasy, and books about the esoteric and Daemonolatry. A Daemonolatress and forever a resident of Smelt Isle, she is happily married and cat-mom to three pampered house cats. Her muse is a demanding sadistic Dom who often keeps her up into the wee hours of the morning. You can contact her at

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