I know this blue.
From those days that lasted
forever with the faded umbrellas and hot town of towels sprawled out from the fringe-circled
shade. Our uncle showed us the place.
From where we stood it
looked like wild white thunderous mush.
The edge was our place and the run from
rushing destruction.
Our homes and castles and roadways wiped flat in one
stroke
that might tickle the toes of the sleepers and readers in safety.
You said you can’t go in
there, but I valiantly tried over and over,
to be thrown back every time,
crumpled and wet in a heap.
It was our uncle that could.
He’d disappear for
hours then land back with a whoop at our feet.
Take me too, I begged and
one day he did. He said hold on and I’ll show you.
His hands were big and his
arms were strong and I floated behind like a string.
He planted each foot in
front of the other while I waved around holding tight.
The whiteness surged and
swirled and pulled but he flung me up on his back.
I held his shoulders, he
yelled take a breath and we plunged down into the mess.
You know that feel of
your father’s back, big, or was it the oil, but I slipped.
I opened my eyes and saw it
then – the blue.
He found my hand and showed
me his other, dug deep in the sand holding on.
Up above was the boil but around
us was blue and still and calm and surreal.
The pull subsided and we bent our
knees up and pushed from the sand we had held. Sucking in air I looked back at
him and knew I burst the same smile.
I’d arrived, in another world.
I spent all summer in that
blue space, sometimes you joined me too.
Once you got it that you couldn’t half
dive or half go down, all the way to the bottom, or half stay there, the whole
of the time, till all the chaos all was gone.
Then we’d pretend to take
tea and be at the bottom of the sea
till the storms and body parts rolled over
our skies
and we came out the other side.
Thanks again to Illustration Friday for for creating an amazingly nurturing and inspiring community of artists and throwing out prompts that get me started like this weeks "Power"
Great illustration and interpretation of the topic. The sea is extremely powerful.
ReplyDeletethanks Katarzyna and yes I've learned a lot from the sea and the power of diving underneath . . .
Deleteits magic under.
ReplyDeleteyep and the secret to handling the big stuff :)
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