Watching.
Sunny sails clutter the bay.
Storm-beaten seagulls shriek shored lament.
Calm, now windless, covers the distance
between shore and ship in misty-grey haze
and she in her Sunday-best
waves to the horizon and incoming kin.
Innocence kicking the sand.
Anxious girl watching as boats haul home.
High-tide laps quiet against harbour wall
and after prayerful pleas for his safe landing
she in her foam-soaked dress
wades in further to welcome him she adores.
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Fay Slimm. (
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Good write Fay. She would have to rather wade in the river here, about 2 miles away. The sea is about 60 miles from us! Well, she could catch the No.7 bus there. lol.
Wonderful write once more Fay, I can see her waking out in the sea to meet him.
Andy
what a picture .... such is beauty, such is love ... sent a shiver down me spine ..
A familiar sight is a daughter or two watching vessels brings fathers safe into harbour - as you say my friend - such is close family love. Thank you for stopping by for a read of Watching and hope that shiver has by now stopped.
it was one of them rare nice shivers ....
Ah - - nice - - - gotcha.................x
You and your happy endings! Here you went and called to mind all those tragic ballads of widows and lovers alone on the strand waiting for the whaler/sailor/fisherman who never comes home. Then you spoiled it! (-:
Well I like a happy ending - there's enough doom and gloom at the present time. great stuff.
Awww pictures, pictures, pictures.... I'm writing the play in my mind.
This has such presence.
So many questions, so many answers.... lovely composition leaving your reader wanting more.
instinctively moving,
reads like a diary of a young heart's: untainted certainty, full of hope and wonder at all the new, yet to be discovered
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