At Surf's End

By socialeaf

Fri, 12 Jun 2015
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8 comments
 

She surfs from tumbling

turquoise dunes

into a beaten irascible wash

 

Then with a looping arm

and an arcing mane

of glistening airborne sea

 

she falls

 

Her surfboard shoots up

an ankle-tethered rocket

breaching through salted spray

 

Surfacing serenely

she gathers it then wades

weightily towards the sands

 

and her time ashore

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Submitted by Penny4athought on

The trials of learning to ride the surf - The waves win sometimes but she will try again. I liked the imagery very much.

Penny4athought

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you for giving it a read:)

Roy 

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Beautiful. So simple and yet says so much. This is so appealing.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you!

 

Submitted by Bee on

Love how the airy grace changes to the heftifness of gravity on emerging from the trip. Lovely images yet sad that the rush only lasts until she crashes back to earth and 'time  ashore.'

Bee

Submitted by socialeaf on

Really happy that came across. I started thinking I was overthinking this one. Thank you Bee:)

Roy 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Enjoyed the descriptions of the waves: turquoise dunes  and a looping arm and an arcing mane of glistening airborne sea and an ankle-tethered rocket of the surfboard.
wades weightily is so evocative of the walk ashore suddenly losing the weightlessness of the sea supporting. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by socialeaf on

Thank you Rhiannon. Very pleased I managed to convey that. I got this from watching my nieces surfing. They spend hours in the water- definitely where they seem most at home.