Monday, August 20, 2007

Petit fiction - Spindrift


Rock offers no comfort to my heart and the hours have neither sorted my head, nor cushioned my ass.

The surf reaches to grasp at the land, echoing my rolling thoughts. The turn of the tide, the call of the moon, where ebb and flow of the constant sea lick futilely at a lollipop that may never diminish. Like the shoreline granite, I hold my own and wait patiently for the answers.

Surfers have names for waves like these. Caught between time and colour, these insubstantial wisps leave salt on my hair and lips, the softest of elemental kisses that only hint at the love beneath. I search for the grey green of your eyes and find it being dragged back out to sea, even the gulls call your name and laugh at my need. You are out there, somewhere, like Lyonesse, hidden between worlds of 'should' and 'must', where 'want' and 'need' cannot gain the substance they so require.

We are hopeless souls, you and me. Bound to others by promises of undying love that somehow managed to sicken and fade, leaving us high and dry on our lonely islands. Wave after wave of relentless life have deepened and widened the sea between, that neither sailor, or selkie can cross.

The horizon gives no hint to your presence and yet I feel your skin on mine as if you were sharing my rock. The sting of our enemy is welcome on my face, reminding me that some things are worth waiting for and I know you would be here if you could. A mere ocean cannot drown a knowledge that was made elsewhere.

You are my love, but for now, like spindrift, I will continue to find a way to you on the wind.



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27 comments:

Roberta said...

That's autumn for you - in a nut shell.

You'll get this "pat" reply later in life.

c.s. said...

as prolific as ever, Minxy!

you are not of this world, are you?

Saaleha said...

wow! there's nothing more to say....

Minx said...

Autumn> More like bloody midwinter here at the moment, Roberta.

Laughing, CS. Witch world?

Thanks, Saaleha. I love the word 'drift'. I am surrounded. My favourite drinking hole is called The Driftwood Spars and there is even a village nearby called Drift - ahh, beautiful, and not of this world - heh!

Cailleach said...

This is a lovely piece Minx, can we take it that summer is over and that writing has recommenced..? ;)

Verilion said...

I like the words Minxy.

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Beautiful and poignant and evocative, Minxy-One.

Hope the foot is looking less pumpkin like. Tea and sympathy sent.

Minx said...

The writing didn't stop, Cailleach, it was just waiting to make it as far as my fingers.

Thanks V and Aty, feelin' a bit 'drifty' today - better have some of that tea then.

mutleythedog said...

Lovely - sensual as well...

Marie said...

Beautiful stuff.

john.g. said...

Wow! Thanks Minx, can't wait for you to arrive on the wind. Hope it's not hurricane Dean! xx

Minx said...

Sensual but not smutty, eh Muts?

Thank you as well, Marie.

I shall be arriving with wind, John G. I have just eaten a pot of hummous (a little chickpea humour!).

john.g. said...

PARP, TOOT!! Stink!

Minx said...

Oh for goodness sake, one mention of the word 'wind' and I can hear all the little boys giggling!

mutleythedog said...

Minx said...

Sensual but not smutty, eh Muts? ...


You are quite right its a different thing, - I was expecting more humour on Smuttiness - I don't think I can do sensual though..

Minx said...

I think your entrants took the opportunity to explore their inner porn, Mutley. Smut says titilation to me, Benny Hill and saucy postcards. It could have worse - you could have had a photo comp!!

Jon M said...

Did someone mention wind..? fnar, fnar, fnar!

I enjoyed reading this, I think but it made me a bit melancholy! In a nice way!

Minx said...

But doncha love a bit of melon coley every now and again, Jon?

I always wonder why writing misery comes so easily!

Jon M said...

Melancholy is good!

Cailleach said...

Maybe it's because there are more words for melancoly...?

(Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, that I lav London tahn) sorry, don't know where that came from...!

Minx said...

Not only more, but some beautiful ones to boot. Lugubrious and elegaic being me own personal favourites.

Anyone else have the miseries?

Roberta said...

I have given this a re-read in a much fairer state of mind.

Such longing. Here, in the US, we have houses along the shore that have widows walks. Wives would wait for their sailor husbands to return, carrying a lantern, lighting their way home.

This is truly as romantic.

L.M.Noonan said...

Very beautiful writing and just the right length Minxy. Perhaps the writing got to your fingertips because your feet are resting even if your arse isn't sufficiently cushioned.

Poetess said...

This is a lovely post. Thanks for the Love and Light

Poetessxxx

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Wow!
Very nice. I can almost taste the salt.
Thank you!

Scarlett & V.

Minx said...

Thanks all.

I hope all is well, Poetess, thoughts are with you.

red dirt girl said...

everytime i read this .... i fall in love again ...

did i mention that i'm part mermaid ?? yes, a sea witch granted me the favour of a potion. each night i am allowed to unzip my sequined scales, stretch out my human legs and feet, and then glide into my lover's dreams to curl up against his warmth. alas, when morning's rays begin to lap my skin, i slide back, back into my scales, into my sea .... i believe selkies are my kin ?