She
Was late
After nine
Walking slowly
Along the seashore
With only one purpose
Looking for his sand imprints
The staunch assurance in his stride
Resolution taut as pre-stressed steel
Hoping against hope she’d find him weeping
The above ten line story was prompted by Davy D’s excellent ETHEREE, ‘Laptop Love’, posted on 8th November. He has introduced me to a poetic form of which I was scarcely aware. I do know that the etheree can take a variety of different forms, but for this, my first attempt, I have kept things simple – if that is the correct word for a rather tricky exercise.
The photograph was taken by me earlier this month on the North Sea coast of Yorkshire.
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An excellent Etheree Roland and glad to have introduced you to this poetic form. The words and pictures work well together.
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Many thanks, Davy. I enjoyed having a go at that.
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