Rocks and the ankles of fragile women; obstacles the ocean must break. These waves scream on approach, all foam and gnashing jaws.
Amber eyes aglow against purple skies, beset concrete brows and permanent growls. No, the ocean sees, intimidation must be quelled.
It has no choice but to settle and whittle. Slowly it carves away that which once was, pulling it out to the deep.
Slow lines hollow into caverns, places steeped in crystalline mystery. While the water gathers, quietly sabotaging steady feet.
We forget secrets the water promises to keep. As we watch colossus fall, we wonder if she ever stood at all.
I’ve seen some people I follow participating in this and I’ve been meaning to check it out. I saw this weeks photo and thought it was just so stunning. But I know I’m kind of late!
Still in plenty of time, Kelley, the prompt stays open till Wednesday at noon, UK time. 🙂 Thanks for joining in this week. I love the movement in this piece and the moods of the sea it echoes.
Awesome! Thank you Sue, for the challenge
Words and pictures both gorgeous