beyond the shallows
where your waves steep
extracting the flavors of the sea
in the rush of darkness,
i bloom most silently
into this garden of benthos, a blushing bride i become
where you in most ardent steps nakedly roam
clutching the tapestry of emeralds woven about my hair
draping upon the coral of my cheeks lending glitter to the foam
cradling the brine that blankets the secrets that i keep
where empty forests speak the language of me
and you, with lips of atlantis, unearth the diamonds of my deep
Surfing the Ether-Peter Pearson
This piece was inspired by a daily writing prompt I participate in where the word given was benthos. I’d no idea what it meant. Even in asking a friend, she was clueless too. Upon looking it up naturally said friend was jubilant at the fact she could now use newly discovered word in a game of Words With Friends.
I include this editorial here to express my adoration and appreciation for writing prompts. Not only do they expand my vocabulary, they push me out of my comfort zone in my writing. They have become a powerful ally in strengthening my writing and I encourage the participation with one.
As always, thank you for reading.