The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Time and space fall apart
For misty fingers coated in dusk
Among screeching gulls and pounding surf
In this place of forgotten magic.
Before the sun goes down
You can see them in the winter months—
There are always shadows
Where nothing and no one stands.
They fly like the clouds,
But the shadows remain
Even when horizon to horizon
Holds only endless, unmarked blue.
The darkness is bold;
They do not seek to hide
In cold winds of stormy skies
Or among the rocky tide pools of this place of lost time.
Their shadows sound the dark waves,
And shake the very earth.
The deep waters beckon,
Teasing with their secrets.
One day I will swim far and deep
To see what they have hidden.
And when I reach the sandy bottom,
I will grasp the sky with their talons.
Fiction © Copyright Juliet Amequohi
Image courtesy of Nina D’Arcangela