Faraway #writephoto

Faraway

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Low tide: it is as if the world, the ocean, had wanted to withdraw, to retire, at the other end, on the other side, perhaps to another galaxy.

The written words cannot be erased, nor the broken promises forgotten.

The heroes have gone, their shadows melted…

faraway, in an unknown land,

only remains the sound of small waves, lashing the rocks.

#FiveSentenceFiction: Waves

DSC_0020Tirelessly, we walk along the shore, the light reflected from the trees, as if attracted to your beauty, the sea breeze caressing your hair: a summer poem.

Deep in the cove lie the lazy rocks, and, perhaps some deeper secrets, even a sea monster and her mermaid lover?

We laugh: waves lick the sand, wooing the careless couple, telling again the tale of her, whose face launched a thousand ships…

Are you Helen, the peerless beauty whose fate was to have Troy destroyed?

Or are you the mermaid, for ever courted by the many tentacles?