See the Burning Sea
by Anastassia Bougakova
The sea caught fire one fine morning
And bathed the shores in red.
With trepidation slowly stirring
I slithered out of bed
And threw the window open widely,
Squinting my eyes against the glare.
Along the shore, a girl walked blithely,
Some seaweed twisted in her hair.
She walked on water, walked on sand.
Her presence misty, undefined.
A creature alien to land,
But borne of oceans – cruel and kind.
Her skin like honey on her frame,
All glittering and dewy gold.
Her hair combusting into flame,
She was a being young and old.
I watched the sun alight the water,
Saw shadows lengthen and deform.
I saw the ocean’s own daughter
Enter calm waves before the storm.
And then her body disappeared,
Accepted by the sea.
It was exactly as I feared.
She was forever lost to me.
I read everything from haikus to epic fantasy novels and attempt – often in vain – to have my writing reflect the same variety. My current hobby is arguing with the muse living in my head about when, where, and how inspiration should strike.
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