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A Nymph on the shore; the waves move in, calling to you softly.
The words are odd, and the expression is plain.
Something from beyond whispers, please listen to the sea, so you listen to the sea for a time.
You hear sounds under the waves.
With the Nymph’s heart so close to the palace of shells, you realise this is your watery home.
Inhibitions forgotten
Floating in the saltwater
A seagull dives close
Washed up on the sand
rolling around like a whale
white skin fluorescent
Lifting a lazy leg to wave
Passersby think you’re odd
Shells and sand all over
You roll back into the sea
the seagull dives for your togs
boobs bobbing just below
Palm trees sway
coconuts dance
beads of water
on the glass
soft waves move
towards the sand
a box jellyfish
washes up
on the shore
when we were young
there were so many shells
and the jellyfish were many
when we were young
it was only a nightmare
to see what would come
sadness sets in
shells replaced with rubbish
no box jellyfish, only dead crabs
Saltwater soaked skin
Sand and shells in between my toes
Sea-swept hair lightened by the sun
Saltwater soaked soul
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.
a nymph on the shore,
as the waves move in
she calls to you softly,
yet the words are odd
her expression is plain,
please listen to the sea
you listen for a time,
as you hear sounds
under the waves now,
with her heart so close
her palace of shells,
your watery home
shallow water
shells,
sand,
and
sea
creatures are exposed
as we play
C & K 