Morning Greetings from Mother Sea

or: Hans undresses - written after a bike ride by the sea, 11.09.2024

Hans undresses

after the night battle

pieces of wood lie, crowns roll

dance on the edge

whole and slippery like a cream filling

freshly beaten by Mother North Sea

who now acts as if nothing happened

watch the seagulls from their flat blue bed

still disheveled from the night they stand on

on thin legs and looks questioningly at the sea

while the wind brings lightness to thoughts

It's more than a breeze that carries away everything that is heavy

and yet leave something here and there

what the country cannot do

cracked shells

empty shells

reddish-brown algae

and every few meters a bright blue jellyfish

sometimes round like half a planet or a UFO

sometimes with an open interior, it reminds of the intestines

which calls the sea and silts up

This one, however, now retires to his bed

simply disperses a swirling white foam

like shreds of his crazy dreams

of a wild stormy night

They emerge as the last messengers of a

union, a maritime marriage

with the storm raging

and a thousand waves and breakers

as party guests without borders

...

The clouds of foam remain

on the wet, lapping hem

Collared plovers now dive in pursuit of them

as if they wanted to go buy clouds

and the seagulls guard the edge of the waves

like brave little warriors

stay still

look straight ahead, carefully next to each other

to see what the Queen of the Seas

currently doing and if she did it yesterday

I seriously thought so

while they were losing feathers

and frozen in the dunes

in the long ridge

the Sea Castle

These sand giants are found

under a quick cloud painting

and shake their

green goosebumps in the morning wind

while Blanke Hans elsewhere

lets one of his tornadoes fly

September 11, 2024 Bente Amlandt

written in 7 minutes, carried by the North Sea wind

12 degrees today, last week: 27 degrees in Denmark

:-)