Object Writing, Prose & Poetry Forum

November 17, 2019, 03:21:14 AM
Welcome, Guest. Please login or register.
Did you miss your activation email?

Login with username, password and session length
This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



Word of the Day
Pages: [1]
  Print  
Author Topic: Dock  (Read 34 times)
0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.
CD
Full Member
***
Posts: 44


View Profile
« on: November 10, 2019, 02:46:27 PM »

Weathered beef jerky boards make the walkway of the dock. Large gaps between slats open their lips as the edges of the boards curl up to my feet. A little birds nest of fishing line, tangled and lost from its home in the reel, is as lifeless as the dried up worms that never made it onto a steely hook, into the dark black green water, into a fish's mouth. Sunlight slices into the water over the edge of the rail, dividing the opaque murky water from brighter emerald vistas. In the golden cast of the sun, water plants dance under the surface, their bodies below the waist disappearing from view. I smell the algae like greenness and dampness of the bank, and feel the cool chill of those same sensations in my body. Fog skates across the lake in this early morning stillness, it's movement and myself the only signs of life. Fog rises from my coffee mug, and out of my mouth
Logged
Pages: [1]
  Print  
 
Jump to: