There’s someone in there, gender XX for
certain, long curtain of hair hiding tent
-ative smile. Small spark in green eyes
no surprise but seldom shared, should
-ers squared against a world that once
wounded. Fingers cramped from flow
-ing pen, toes aching for sand, marooned
on dry land waiting for the tide to list
-en to the moon and collect the last lost
pieces of her: tears and tumbled sea glass.
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Photo and prompt over at The Mag:
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2012/03/mag-110.html
I especially like how you pulled “hiding tent” out of tentative…nice…
Love this: “tears and tumbled sea glass” … beautiful ending.
“Waiting for the tide to listen to the moon.” Been there; done that.
Cleverly crafted! Enjoyed it.
waiting for the tide to list
-en to the moon and collect the last lost
pieces of her: tears and tumbled sea glass.
Love this and these a LOT!! 🙂
“marooned on dry land”, like Captain Jack Sparrow, or Neo meeting the train man. Some interesting places you have been !
Beautiful, “tears and tumbled sea glass”
Cleverly done!
Anna :o]