Halyards scream with wind
at waves scribbling
on flat canvas of beach
and fishwife screech
of black-headed gulls
fills hissing sails.
Egrets erupt from the creek,
white against dun marsh,
shoved along by the gale,
whirling, flickering snowflakes
in a frozen sky,
peering curiously
at the floating face
in a blizzard of white lace.
Kim M. Russell, 2017

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My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #152 and linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform.
The flat canvas of beach… for waves, for light and for our dreams!!!
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😉
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Wow! Powerfully tragic and lonely.
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Thanks!
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Nice!!!
Happy St Valentine’s Day
much love…
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Thank you, Gillena, and a happy Valentine’s Day to you, with love xx
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Powerful ! I was gripped by the screeching, scratching, screaming and hissing….leading up to the blizzard of lace.
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Glad it hit the spot, Janice!
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My goodness this is so very poignant! Sigh.. especially; “Egrets erupt from the creek, white against dun marsh, shoved along by the gale, whirling, flickering snowflakes in a frozen sky.” Well penned.
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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My goodness, this surprised me! Great!
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Thank you!
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Brava.. 🌹🌹🌹
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Your detail is so crisp and clear, I felt like I was a witness to the scene myself.
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Thankyou, Kerry!
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The imagery was subtle until i scrolled down to find the image… what a great twist to that lace.
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Yes, twist is a good word.
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That last line is a killer!
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Thank you, Tim!
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Nice description in the last two lines.
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Thanks Frank.
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Really nice.
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Thank you, Marian.
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What strikes me is that this person drowned alone – all those impersonal witnesses and not one other human being.
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I think that is something most of us fear – dying alone.
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