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Blew
I could never dream of English
rains that lashed the slabs of Cornish
paves, as a wild clawed cat paws
waves into boats onto rocks
unto death. Hear the slosh
slosh slosh of Mousehole harbour's
bathtub slop; see the gulls flying
backwards, the rainbows as warning
flags, the white horses blowing
up the cliff and over the heath,
taste the wind-nipped salt
drying on your lips. Once I felt
the lightning buzz before
it cleaved a nearby birch in two,
once saw the eye of Men-an-Tol
winking in the storm, and fish
jumping for their very lives
straight into the mouths of birds.
The sea is everywhere. It bites
at our ankles, gnaws at the crags
in cliffs until the whole world
tumbles into its steaming maw.
It rises and falls, rises and falls,
hailing into the flanks of miserable
animals on the storm-sodden tor.
Do they pine, as we do, for one
last breath of stagnant summer?
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Literature
Ballad of the Old Stone Pond
We slipped across the dew
kissed lawn and crept
amongst the night-clad
oaks, padded to the old
deep pond, a fissure
gashed between the rocks.
The full moon bounced,
blacksilver on the water's
back, and fizzled from
the slightest twitch of
fish or frog. Unbuttoning,
we kicked our clothes
into a heap, the ground
was warm, twigs
fighting naked feet,
air clutching thighs,
and laughing slid
a slanted rock, splashed
the cold black skim,
coughed back algae
skum and gasping swam
and swam. Legs brushing
legs brushing legs, softening
the water's grip. The
moon hiding behind a cloud
as we fumbled blind a latent
kiss, struggling fish,
and swam back to the lowest
rocks to catch our breath.
She struggled out, her tiny
hands and lissom arms
barely stopped her slipping
back, she scowled
as I mocked her slithered
efforts, which mountain
range had she conquered?
I groped towards her gasping
form and grabbed an ankle,
dragged her screaming, back
into my lair. Splash!
Laughing she cursed me,
'bastard', an
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Humps in May
So, there went the summer in two blushes of sunburn,
and now beech leaves slap against the grey
waters of the storm that feeds
rivers as they swell and brown
carving through land as lightning
through air, it whips and
whips a brave church spire
that dares to scrape the squall.
I remember the songs of flies,
the plop of golf balls in ponds,
and the laughter of lazy businessmen.
I remember smoking outside,
the pinkness of girls, the fire
on the heath and the smell
of beer gardens. But this is to be
a summer of wet snails and ducks,
who stare in silence from the river bank
at the ruffled water and the rustling
gale and the rippled people in raincoats.
I remember her fingers in mine,
her hand swimming with the koi carp,
her arm, cold and white and lean
on the hot black fat leather seats.
I remember her mouth in mine,
believing in God for ten seconds
and after it, driving home with
leg cramps. So, there went the summer.
And the wind cries against my window,
and birds howl along with dog-mus
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sharkylm99
Leah Martin
United States
Current Residence: Behind you making funny faces, only to dissapear when you turn to look
Favourite genre of music: rock and the beatles genre, they are a genre all their own
Favourite photographer: lostcontact ^^
Favourite style of art: Free form poetry
MP3 player of choice: Samsung T10
Favourite cartoon character: gotta love salad fingers, and scrat in ice age
Personal Quote: friends are like a box of chocolates,some are gross,some are sweet,and some are wierd but i love em!
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LeviathanDemon Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Haven't heard from you in a while. I hope you're ok.
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hi there
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sharkylm99 Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2009
Hello, sorry it took me so long to respond, I haven't been on in forever :P
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Naevai Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2009  Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks for the watch! :hug:
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Thank for the :+devwatch:! Glad you like my site.
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sharkylm99 Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2008
You're stories alone are enough to make me squirm, hehehe. I love them
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Mirthgoblin Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2008
Now that is a lovely compliment. I’m glad my stories evoke such a fun response!
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Thank you for watching me :love:
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THANKS!!! ✰ ; ))
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