Seep, seep, slowly shifting,
sea skirts shore, holy water
washing in, anointing,
bless us, blessed, in warm
and wanted waves that widen
as we watch, as we welcome,
unaware of being too welcome.
Seep, sweep, seduce the shore
into submissive before you
break the kiss off and beat
the beach with your creep,
see it sweep, this cut of current
curving into claws, creeping
over sands now shady, shaking
under surface of the seas now
crashing, current rising,
drowning, desiring, destroying.
seas slashing, sand bashing,
deep devouring, searching, scouring,
see it sliver and slice, cold current,
cold as ice, wicked waves, waging,
wanting more and more of the slipping shore.
creep, how they seep, how they
creep from calm and quiet,
serpents sweeping from seas
we thought to be slumbering,
now salivating salacious over skin,
tearing, taking, twisting.
We thought you wanted less
but you turned your tides to currents
cunning, running away with more
and more, leaving us with less and less.
Seep from this shore, this skin
now sore, ripped raw to the core.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
5 thoughts on “TIME ON THE TIDES, PART 10; CREEPING ON THE CURRENT”
I love the rhythm of this, Damien. Beautiful photo, too.
Thank you Merril xx
I took the photo on the west coart of Scotland, always impresive scenery
Oh, I’ve never been there, but yes. 🙂