
The Lure of Light
parted the darkness
like her hands
parted my hair, gently
but intently, her fingers
braided wavering strands
over and under, first up
then down. The sea
was always inside, restless,
driven. Salt water dripped,
a broken pearl necklace
leaving invisible traces,
refracting light in shades
of circling fins. We swam
in twilight, tumbled, tried
to hold onto passing beams
but shadows nipped her shoulders,
sucked her away in a tsunami.
Thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooks of The Wombwell Rainbow for this prompt.