On the shore
Hair dark and damp were stirring in the wind
and I sat on a rock and looked at her
naked back as night made his descent.
The reddening sky background to flocks of gulls;
no voice, nor song of other son of Man
was to disturb our tendersome farewell.
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
I like the imagery. Each line builds on the last until the whole evokes a sort of hollow wanting (in a good way). Well done there.
Would you like constructive criticism? The site assures me that everyone loves feedback but I've not found that to be true.
- #3875 Posted 2 years ago
Hi Robert! My apologies for replying so late. I have been away in the past two months.
Yes, I would really appreciate your honest feedback.
- #3968 Posted 1 year ago
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