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Wavesong

written by: Freya Pickard

@FreyaPickard

 

stirred sand infiltrates wind-whipped tide surge
brown-yellow hills, streaming white heads
plunge towards the passive shore
drumming waves, roaring song
ceaseless rush and hiss
constant movement
eats away
crumbling
cliffs

continuous roar of wind and wave
grey, high-stacked ocean advances
breeze-snatched white caps cream steep sides
a liquid mountain range
falls upon damp sand
grinds shell and rock
down into
tiny
grains

dark wave straight-backed, translucent, foaming
wide and shallow beats upon sand
hiss, rasp, whisper, drawing in
breathing out, regular
shoreline rhythm runs
beneath liquid
sunlit glow;
winter
sky

Freya Pickard

Freya Pickard

Freya Pickard is the Author of The Kaerling series, an epic fantasy set in the strange and wonderful world of Nirunen. She writes mainly fantasy tales, with some poetry thrown in, whilst juggling with running a Bed & Breakfast and trying to read as many books as she can. She has published 13 e-books and 6 paperbacks so far and has plans to publish many more. Having survived cancer, Freya is not afraid to explore the darkness and finds her inspiration in the ocean, beautifully written books and vinyl music. When she has time, she likes to bake bread and paint with watercolours!
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