Sunday, 22 February 2015

My secret place



Water:

Tiny waves tingle my feet as I approach the water. Water whips at my body as I glide to the open while seagulls soar above my head.


Wind:

Bites at my cold wet arms and rips through my hair with its insane blows at the world creating havoc.


Sand:

Sand flicks at my eyes before disappearing into the sea and becoming goey, sloppy, disgusting mud.


Sand dunes:

Unleash their sand armies into wind to have never ending battles.


Trees:

Blackening and disintegrating, the trees stand there helplessly, as their wood sizzles away in the boiling sun.


Rocks:

Soaked, weeping rocks sit there trying to dry in the sun; sharp, flat and strong.


Scent:

Water floods into my mouth. Salt blows in the breeze. Fun sweeps into my nostrils.


Where am I?

1 comment:

  1. Wow Carys! That poem was SOOO cool! I like all of your description words, and it really puts an image in my head!
    'Soaked, Weeping Rocks' was a great discription. And how you said 'unleash their and armies' with the sand dunes part was really awesome, too! It reminds me of when I go to Taylor's Mistake (my favourite beach).
    Really nice! Keep on writing your awesome stories!

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