"Marine—Sunset" by Frederic Edwin Church‘Blood, Sea’ and Other Poetry by C.B. Anderson The Society September 11, 2025 Culture, Poetry 3 Comments . Blood, Sea —after Italo Calvino Beyond the blight of urban sprawl, About six hundred yards from shore, A pod of fishing vessels trawl The coastal waters. Sea gulls soar And dip above the crack and spall Of massive piers in search of gore And kitchen scraps. Crustaceans crawl Along the harbor’s littered floor. This briny cauldron whence we came Two hundred million years ago, And since have done our best to tame, Holds much we haven’t come to know: The sound of every holy name That echoes through the undertow, And drowning sailors soon to claim A plot awaiting down below. For dark abysses unexplored And teeming schools that rise to bait, We bow our heads and thank the Lord. The scaly creatures fill our plate, And depth is to our thoughts restored. Placental mammals share a fate: The cutting of the natal cord And knowledge that may come too late. The rising waters all around When Noah drifted on the Flood, Before the Ark had run aground, Still ebb and flow within our blood. . . The Ever Present Underlayment __When muscles start to soften, __Which happens fairly often In men who reach the age of sixty-five, __The sedentary grouch __Who’s sitting on his couch Might start to wonder why he’s still alive. __They say that peace and quiet, __A salutary diet And frequent exercise will keep you sound. __I know of some who’ve tried it __And others who’ve defied it, So guess which kind of man is still around. __And when it comes to females __Obsessing over emails, The least that I can say is: Get a life! __The one I’m married to __Assaults me with her shoe, Regretting that she hadn’t thrown a knife. __And she whose home I share __Gives me an acid glare, But what would marriage be without some strife? __This woman whom I wedded __Declared that I’m pigheaded And lucky that I even have a wife. . . C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** 3 Responses Roy Eugene Peterson September 11, 2025 The phrase “knowledge that may come too late” caught my attention and endorsement. Your poem was rhymed beautifully in each verse with the extended abababab scheme of the first three verses (and half of that in the last verse) that also impressed me. The word “spall” was an inspired addition to the rhymes. Reply Margaret Brinton September 11, 2025 Many of us do feel “as one” with the sea. I love the meter of this poem, “Blood, Sea”. Reply Joseph S. Salemi September 11, 2025 “Blood, Sea” is a great take on Calvino’s strange poem. I think I’ll borrow some words from Macbeth, and call this piece “A tale told by a blood cell, full of fishy sea water, signifying everything.” The speaker’s voice in that second poem is that of a cranky geezer, but a geezer with a wonderful command of rhyme and meter. (Small note: should there be a line space in the last section, to make the poem have four sections of sestets?) Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ
Roy Eugene Peterson September 11, 2025 The phrase “knowledge that may come too late” caught my attention and endorsement. Your poem was rhymed beautifully in each verse with the extended abababab scheme of the first three verses (and half of that in the last verse) that also impressed me. The word “spall” was an inspired addition to the rhymes. Reply
Margaret Brinton September 11, 2025 Many of us do feel “as one” with the sea. I love the meter of this poem, “Blood, Sea”. Reply
Joseph S. Salemi September 11, 2025 “Blood, Sea” is a great take on Calvino’s strange poem. I think I’ll borrow some words from Macbeth, and call this piece “A tale told by a blood cell, full of fishy sea water, signifying everything.” The speaker’s voice in that second poem is that of a cranky geezer, but a geezer with a wonderful command of rhyme and meter. (Small note: should there be a line space in the last section, to make the poem have four sections of sestets?) Reply