Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Driftwood

When you tumbled and fell, hair tossed
in seaweed strands over sandy shell
and beach glass, those slippers tangled,
their golden laces forgotten

the tide came in,
sweep
by cunning sweep
 
to lick your soles, your palm
outstretched, a hopeful fan of fingers
rigid with the effort to drink in joy

Rachel Westfall
December 14, 2010

6 comments:

Moanerplicity said...

This was so eloquent & mad lovely, Rachel. You weave just the right words to paint just the right picture & always deliver such emotional resonance.

One.

RachelW said...

I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I'm also glad you are still on this journey with me. :)

namingconstellations said...

Been a while since I floated by (which I'm trying to rectify). Glad to see that you're still crafting these beautiful little gifts... I love that catlike tide!

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

"a hopeful fan of fingers"

great line and lovely work loaded with imagery.

Fireblossom said...

Wow, so much for letting it come to ya! Liked this.

RachelW said...

Thank you all! :) I have been so busy writing for work, I've been neglecting my blog; my creative energy feels like it's all tapped out. I've missed reading you all too... I'll do my best to catch up soon.