Riding the Waves

We rode the waves elegantly
undulating 
up and down
gentle waves
soft fingered
at first
in the gentle light
of soft sunshine.

Then the clouds came
gathering 
softly at first
but blotting out the light,
then the wind rose
no longer soft
no longer gentle
now we crashed and dived
violently
heaving
hardly visible 
as the storm gathered pace
its white fingered waves
clawing their way towards us
gobbing their spume

over us
up and down
sucking us in
heaving us up
letting us fall
driving us towards the light
and the rocks lying there

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award. https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

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