Image: Elana Kalis |
Not drowning, but waving;
the peace she was craving,
at last she has found.
She greets the deep ocean,
overcome by emotion,
her hair all unbound.
The sea’s rhythm calming,
prevents further harming,
relaxed by its sound.
Embrace all-enfolding,
her earthly form holding,
caresses abound.
The salt-balm of healing,
increases the feeling,
of love all around.
© Marilyn Brindley
Taking part in Tess Kincaids' weekly call The Mag where we are encourage to hone our craft. Join us to see what other writers have made of the prompt.
flows lovely...like singing someone to sleep. and yes sea is calming...
ReplyDeleteAll hail the gerund. Beautiful structure; beautiful rhyming; beautiful period.
ReplyDeleteI could easily ebb away to this.......
ReplyDeleteWe never lose the deep lure of water, warm salty fluid ... the place we lived before we were born.
ReplyDeleteI too can catch the sounds of her life skipping across the way, and flowing ever free between each new wave.
ReplyDeleteFloating, swimming under water, relaxing... it is truly magical. As are these words. I have yet to figure out what I want to do with this week's Mag prompt! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI love the gently waving flow of the poem, how beautiful and peaceful this is!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Helen.
ReplyDeleteLovely dreamy words Marilyn.
Anna :o]
Beautiful Ondine , gday Nell....
ReplyDeleteLovely rhyme scheme and lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeletewell done...thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeleteLovely rhythm!
ReplyDeleteGreat, rhythm and rhyme here.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this.
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What a peaceful, waving feeling...
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