Sea Stroked
Friday, April 3, 2009
In a Woody Allen moment, I imagined walking out into the sea—down the spine of the pipe, over its buttresses, into the splash and foam. I'd mermaid for awhile, perhaps, and dream, and all that I'd been expected to do would be done (what would be the choice?) by someone conveniently not me (another one of the multitudes of Beth Kepharts?).
I'd reemerge eventually—salt in my skin, green in my hair, fewer responsibilities.
12 comments:
oh, bliss.......
Wonderful photo!
I used to wish I was a mermaid. :)
Now that sounds like a great vacation.
I'd go mermaiding with you, but...I can't swim. *sigh* We'll have to rely on two other Beths now, won't we? ;)
I like your imaginings. :)
Wow! I have that same daydream! Except I am dressed in a gauzy little number and I do the most perfect backflips down the entire length of the pipe!
Or is that a Whitesnake video? :)
Peace - Rene
I like that idea of plunging into the sea and emerging feeling liberated from our daily stresses. There is such a poetic feel to this passage. I like how you used "mermaid" as a verb. Great word play!!
I love this image.
I so understand this urge! You have expressed it perfectly.
It has been decided:
We shall go toward the sea.
I love the imagery in this. So lovely.
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