Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

TILLY MEETS THE SEA


The sea laps
the hem of your skirt
like an immense tame monster

Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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It was my little girl's first meeting with a sea...she looked so tiny and fragile...the sea looked like a monster that came and bowed at her feet.

I noticed every little molecule of her...alas I didn't write back then so I have to go back to the past and recreate her atom by atom. You ever tried to drag back(atom by atom) a very reluctant sea? It's like trying to take a Kraken for a walk on a leash.

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  • Clifton Redmond (10/22/2013 12:01:00 PM)

    This had the kind of depth and grace the reader might envision in the scene you set with so few words, bravo (Report) Reply

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