The Calling
by L.A Speedwing
She walks on the asphalt. Hard, hot, black.
People stares.
Toward the blond sand. Grainy. Soft. Lukewarm. Malleable.
It is better.
She smiles.
Towards the sea. Blue. Fluid. Cool.
People still stares.
She is naked after all.
She enters his realm.
He is lifting her up at long last.
He surrounds her. Caresses her. Every inch of her body. Then holds her still just for a moment.
A low groan comes from his throat.
Then he pushes her away.
Then pulls her in.
He plays.
She knows.
Come, he begs. Are you with me YET?
She breathes in. Her pores, her eyes, her lungs slowly fill with the fluid.
Her body exults. Her chest begins to expand. The fog in her mind clears.
Salty.
She explodes outward.
I am now.
My love.
The Deep once more.
(L.A Speedwing runs a blog where she writes about Arts to provide a relief to her overheated brain otherwise busy writing a fantasy novel for young adults. The book is altogether proving to be stubborn and won’t finish itself. Still, she is determined to win this battle.)
Nice job with the pacing. I love the way this builds to the climax ;)
ReplyDeleteI am terrible with poetry, but this has very nice rhythmic feel to it.
ReplyDeleteDifferent type of poetry piece. She's going to the man beneath the waves, her lover. But to do so, she must loss her fleshy self. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteDottie :)
(hope I got that right, and it's not a metaphor for something...I'm terrible that way)
A lovely beat to this poem.
ReplyDeleteSuch a great rhythm in this piece, a really good read.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you have mentioned "People Stares" considering it as a single entity...nice work :)
ReplyDeleteyou killed her really neatly in a most poetic fashion - great expressions and it does have quite a rhythm!
ReplyDeleteIf I'm honest, I haven't a scooby what this has to do with the pic for this competition.
ReplyDeleteActuallly I couldn't give a monkey's anyroad...
This is good stuff.
So there.
4D x
er...scooby = scooby-doo (clue)...oh WTF?....I'm English so what do I know anyroad?...;-)
I like it!
Whoa. I don't think I'll be able to look at the ocean again without blushing...and cringing.
ReplyDeleteDrawn to the deep and a watery grave. Poseidon awaits? Compelling! ~Jana A
ReplyDeleteThe things we do for love!! I liked the passion in this poem! Thank you, take care
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Wow! Oh my! I didn't even think of checking if people had given me some feedback and what do I see for my greatest pleasure, 11 comments. Thank you all. If words could blush then they would.
ReplyDeleteExcellent lyricism; I can feel the passion building on the page. Nice work. Good luck with your book, and thank you for sharing your gift.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poetry, but your comment just above, dusted with your heartfelt gratitude, brought a lump to my throat. And that's just what I needed on a difficult day.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
I feel the experience as huge and overwhelming. And intense.
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