Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Meeting the Bar. This week, Gay is urging us to explore American Sentences, 17 syllables of deliciousness a little like haiku, but sentence-style and jazzed up, beat poetry style. Allen Ginsberg, anyone?
My selection are inspired by the sudden cold-snap we seem to be experiencing (I love a clear night sky with a bright, white moon!), plus a remembrance of the Great Storm of 2013 we were hit by a few weeks ago. Oh, and the sea, because that’s where I live!
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– All Whipped Up –
My beach is glorious in winter, few choose to brave the elements.
My cheeks, whipped raw by sand and spume, rosy testament to Nature’s gifts.
My waves suck and draw shingle, crush shells, shred seaweed, salt crusting old boots.
My shuttered shops, empty carousel, cacophony for eyes and ears.
Freya Writes... 