Tomorrow’s Orb

Photo: Sue Vincent

 

” … And that is when the sun became the liquid gold …” Marianna tucked the blanket tighter around the child and bent to kiss the flaxen head. The short soft hairs tickled her lips. She hadn’t yet gotten used to the severe buzz cut. She resisted touching her own head.

“…and in the morning?” the little one murmured, half-asleep.

“It will turn itself back into an orb and rise into the dawn …”

The almost translucent eyelids fluttered open once to rest on the flaming horizon, before closing, heavy, onto the small cheeks. The girl’s breathing deepened and slowed in time with the surf, arms secured around a well-loved doll.

Marianna stared at the reflection of molten lava on the water, listened to the murmured rush of the waves, rocked on her heels, and hugged herself.

At least the weather’s holding.

The child turned. An arm slipped out of the protection of the blanket and Marianna tucked the slim limb back under the covers, securing the doll where it could not be seen. It was a forbidden toy, yet Marianna could not bring herself to discard it. Not when so much had already been lost. She swallowed, and her hand rose of its own accord to feel the expanse of her head, the hair no longer there.

It was the least of it. Better they be seen as male, anyway.

The sun sank, gold, into the sea. She thought of the bedtime story and of the simple acceptance of young minds. Of the trust, the effervescent hope. Her own breath deepened as her daughter’s face at rest loosened a coil of tension in her chest into tendrils of comfort.

They’d made it this far. The beach was secluded. The trees and darkness offered their own respite. She, too, needed sleep.

May morning come, she thought. She lay her head on their pack of belongings and spooned the child against her heart. The last of the light licked the dampness from her cheek. May we safely see tomorrow’s orb rebirthed.

 

 

 

For Sue Vincent’s Write Photo prompt

 

 

Set The Sun

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Set the sun

Gently behind the loops

Of the day.

Behind the curves and the slopes

That turned your world

Inside out

And your plans

Upside down

And away.

Spread your wings

And head home

To where nestlings

Await

And the feathers of evening

Welcome you

At the gate.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Sunset

 

 

Line In The Water

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Draw a line in the water

To hold a boundary

For speed,

Where the motors

Rush inward,

For horizon

To meet.

 

Float a line strung together

Of what floats

And won’t sink,

So you can

After sunset

Draw it home

And night

Concede.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: In or on the water

 

 

Shimmer’s Glimmer

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Evening gathers to call

Flocks to watering hole

And to glimmers of fish

In the sparkling bowl.

Palm to palm

Whispers calm,

As the pond

Drained but bright

Refracts sun’s glinting light

From silvery fins

‘Til a good night.

 

 

For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Shimmer

 

 

To The Seashore

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

I will go to the seashore

Where the waves touch the sky.

I will go to the seashore

To kiss the day fond goodbye.

I will go to the seashore

Where the boats come on home,

And the children still play,

And the sun’s last rays roam,

And my soul sings with the surf

Where it has always belonged.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Seashore in 59 words

 

Farther

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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

Stretch above

To where the flapping

Propels you farther

On the breeze.

From there to see

The light retreating

Over Earth’s curve

At day’s reprieve.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo challenge: In the distance

 

Evening Leap

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Photo: Nattu Adnan via Unsplash

 

He still seeks to speak with fish

Before night claims their beloved beach

But she’d smiled enough goodbyes, to rise into her evening leap.

 

 

 

For Three Line Tales

 

Summertime

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Evening comes.

Sun slides down

Child at play

Lapping light

Close at hand:

Summertime.

 

 

For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Summertime

 

 

Blue Lass

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Does she yet

In the tower

Await

For the draw

Of a knight

In the simmering

Light,

Or do blue

Evenings

Now pass

Inked by

No pining

Lass?

 

 

For the Lens-Artists photo challenge: Blue