He looked back at his footprints on the sand, soon the tide would erase his track, how beautiful this island was in the falling light, he thought.
The beach appeared empty, the only sounds the melody of the tide and the gulls’ s cries, and the wind.
His next thought was that he had failed: they do say that a time machine can’t work, against the laws of physics, the second law of thermodynamics, entropy, quantum energy…
A change in air pressure made him stop, his heart suddenly pounding, slowly he turned round…
She was there, standing tall, naked, her golden hair reflecting the moon light, the body of a goddess, a triumphant smile on her lips, a vision of splendour and divinity, her profile as ancient as the earth, Aphrodite…
This is very beautifully written … loved it !!!
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Reminds me of a long ago walk along a deserted beach when a naked love goddess suddenly appeared before me. My wife gave her a towel to wrap up in.
Maybe you should write a sequel.
Cheers!
JzB
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This poem of yours is deep and so passionate. 🙂
Thank you for expressing this. 🙂
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I like this. I just checked out your leibster award, so thorough.
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Man that’s pretty cool Aphrodite no less …..
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Beautiful visionary story!
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It would not surprise me at all if when you time travelled, dear Honoré, you encountered Aphrodite. In fact, I believe she would be the most appropriate person to greet you :))) Lovely and sensual.
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Lovely
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Excellent; that part about the shift in air pressure was really evocative. I can just imagine that. Enjoyed it.
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lovely descriptions. Delightful story. A thoughtful take on the prompt. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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