Sink Hole

The sun shone bright and warm

There was a blue cloudless sky.

It was a cliche of a day.

She was happy and at peace.

The tide was away, away.

The warm golden sand like sifted sugar on a cake.

A timeless moment, bounded by time as

She stepped into the sink hole.

Warm, watery mud

Sucking at her feet

Sucking at her ankles

Sucking at her knees.

Snatched from her high perch of happiness

To the gory depths of her calling mind.

A family further up the beach

Eating boiled eggs and quavers

Waved their arms and shouted, laughing,

"Keep moving! You have to keep moving!"

But lethargy was upon her.

Tugging half heartedly

Against the almost human

Grasp of the sink hole,

It tightened its grip

The sun slipped

The family left

She waited for the tide to come in.

◄ Into the Blue

Mine ►

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Martin Elder

Thu 16th Aug 2018 19:41

such rich imagery here Hazel

The warm golden sand like sifted sugar on a cake

Love it all, you paint a wonderful picture here

Nice one

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Hazel ettridge

Thu 16th Aug 2018 18:10

Thank you for your comment Kate. The tide came in but it's a very flat beach so she wasn't engulfed!
Thanks also for the likes Brian, Jon and Anya.💗

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Kate G

Thu 16th Aug 2018 14:08

I loved this Hazel - I definitely felt the momentum and pull of the words.

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Hazel ettridge

Wed 15th Aug 2018 15:39

Thank you for reading, Avishek and Darren.

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Darren J Beaney

Wed 15th Aug 2018 14:40

Wow - that is great Hazel and thanks for your explanation - remember tides turn...

DJB

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AVISHEK GHOSH

Wed 15th Aug 2018 14:11

She waited for the tide....Good write.Liked

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Hazel ettridge

Wed 15th Aug 2018 13:59

I often sit and watch folk caught by sink holes on my local beach. Their reactions vary between confusion, shock, fear, embarrassment and delight. This morning I fell unexpectedly into an emotional hole and had similar reactions - though not so much of the delight.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Wed 15th Aug 2018 10:45

Reminds me of my childhood. We used to follow the tide out crossing soft muddy channels sinking to our knees. Wouldn't dream of doing that now..Excellent 😊

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