Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Wavelengths Sharp bones of pelicans and fish poked at the margins of her mind. Here where pebbles waged war on her soles as warm liquid tried to soothe them. This dank place of death and renewal where verge of mountain and water met, as if — to make a resolution, as if — to help her forget. Glass glistened among grey stones while seals watched from afar. Even here there were eyes — did they judge her? The day cooled as a breeze picked up; it blew her thoughts across the bay. There behind a rock she could not see, her lover summoned the spray — to send her back an answer. © Kåre Enga (24.juni.2020) [177.105] 17 lines For June 2020:
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