Standing by the shore Elinor’s horizon-eyes brims with winters of deceit. The drowsy sea gives no relief; waves the same as yesterday … as everyday…
But these clouds are clearly foreign… such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky, Disintegrating dissonance.
Summer with Toby is lost to last night’s jealous fists and she acknowledges how much the brisk wind-claws tearing at her blouse are like his hands.
The winter will be long, eternal maybe.
She draws his name in the sand and watches as the waves consume it, but still his rage is stuck inside her chest.
It’s only when the tide is turning, and the sea swallows everything. that solace finds her.
Finally she parts with sea where Toby dances in the shallows, his kelp-entangled body going gently under,
Elinor will not return until it’s time for further summer flings.
Hello, I have been on a summer break taking a vacation from both work and writing, but now I’m back writing Prosery for dVerse. Merril hosts and have chosen the following lines
“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter
Against the blue cloth of the sky”
–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang
August 16, 2021