Emotion takes hold.
You linger looking towards the waterless sea.
Tag: sea
Vintage Souls
We stand, sit and speak,
yet we walk through life
unnoticed and unscented.
When flesh and bone go,
stripped naked and bare,
you see our vintage souls.
We smell like Patchouli,
lavender, old spice, rum
and the soft sea breeze.
Bonfire
We stand around the bonfire,
listening to fire crackling wood,
as ash and embers touch the sand.
We think of magical tridents on fire,
as we think of Poseidon and the sea.
Moonlight Serenade
A summer serenade
under the full
moonlight by the sea.
Fragments of Her
Full of something light,
she dances away,
through the night,
floating into the sea.
Sea Days
Chirping as her chics move and splash about the shallows.
Crabs take their young for a salty dip or a crunchy nip.
Bluebottle jellyfish stranded on the sand feel the sun.
Shells move as the hidden ones hide from the noise.
Shelly bounces in the saltwater to find a colourful shell.
She sees a cute creature, pounces and misses.
Silliness takes over as she leaves tiptoe footprints in the sand.
Sorrowful Seashore
Pockets of grey dominate the ivory sky, for the sun doesn’t shine on the lonely seashore.
A cold wind wails sorrowfully along the shore for the dead fish who lay motionless on the sand.
With vacant eyes and rotting flesh, the seagulls and the crabs make a feast of the dead fish flesh, which will soon be no more.
The Colours
There’s a way with the clouds today. As night approaches, the sky paints with the hues of grey, white, blues and pinks.
Anna never gets used to the sky colours, for those colours make her feel old and new things, dark and light things.
The sea is out over the cliffs. Tonight it’s still, which is an odd feeling. Although cool, there’s this mist hovering. “How peculiar”, Anna thinks, “It’s probably nothing.“
Walking into the house sends a strange chill down her spine. Something’s changed, but not for the better. The light doesn’t help.
Anna mutters in reassurance to only herself, “I’m not scared. It’s nothing. No one can hurt me now. Not now…“
The rattling begins soft, then gets louder. It’s as if the house has taken on a life of its own.
Anna screams inwardly, for the words no longer escape her lips. Terror grips her heart and then crushes her lungs.
Struggling through, she sees three ladies standing before her in a 1920’s dress. Their faces sneer and laugh as they pull her forward. The rattling starts again, they laugh at her, the rattling comes in louder waves, they smash her head against the wall and the rattling echoes.
Anna asks, “Where am I now?“
In unison, the ladies playfully answer, “You’re with us now whether you like it or not.“
Light and Shadow
sounds from far away,
yet nearer than first thought
come to you in shoal dreams.
swimming with sharks,
yet feeling no fear for they are not
interested in your ethereal shadows.
sirens singing from far away,
yet their befallen sorrow songs do
not sway your mind for you
are
light
and
shadow.
Longing
I often lament the endings.
Crying on the couch, thinking how much I would miss you.
What would happen if you died and I lived?
What would happen if I died and you lived?
The last glimpse of you is like the sea;
I’m always longing to be close to you again.
C & K 