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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3797 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Beyond Tennyson Lia (E. V. Brooks) Heather woke to the chorus pulled the curtains unbound the day. Welcome arms, subtle faces and soft white linen where the hills would lay. Footsteps follow her over Tennyson Down. On the track, towards the shore. Catching the wind- salt fingers rest winter quiet on her skin. Skimming stones across ashen-white velvet, skip over the calm until sleep deepens within causing her motion edging the waves- along the rocks to the smugglers cave. Grey and dark moss opens a mouth allows darkness to play quietly where Heather now drifts- touching cold stone with small fingertips. She kneels beneath the half-lit canopy- lifting shells from rock pools resting words on the sea. |
