On the shore

Author: Lampyris Noctiluca

:-)

Hair dark and damp were stirring in the wind

and I sat on a rock and looked at her

naked back as night made his descent.

The reddening sky background to flocks of gulls;

no voice, nor song of other son of Man

was to disturb our tendersome farewell.

Author: Abby

No sequels yet. Why not write one?

Comments (2 so far!)

I like the imagery. Each line builds on the last until the whole evokes a sort of hollow wanting (in a good way). Well done there.

Would you like constructive criticism? The site assures me that everyone loves feedback but I've not found that to be true.

Hi Robert! My apologies for replying so late. I have been away in the past two months.

Yes, I would really appreciate your honest feedback.

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