In The Shallows

Photo: Sue Vincent

 

There was beauty in the shallows.

The mirror of the skies. The crystalline water in their unabashed reveal. The bottom — old and newer bits together — inviting her to step in and stir the quiet till it rises soft between her toes to momentarily obscure all things.

Opacity reassured her.

Like the enveloping from clouds when they leaned in close in misty acknowledgment, it held reminders:

That life was often muddy.

That clarity was temporary, hard won, and easily disrupted.

That fog spread quickly and lifted slowly, leaving damp disorientation in its wake.

That even shallows could reflect upended bowls of heaven and earth.

 

As if it heard, the water summoned her and she stepped into the silt. Wavelets nipped at her ankles, snapping cold against her skin.

Her toes disappeared, and she thought how apt it was to have her foundation hidden underneath a swirl of settling.

She breathed and closed her eyes and stilled and became one with the water, one with the sediment of time and the detritus of being.

Slowly, both the lake and her mind cleared.

She heard her spirit whistle on the wind.

 

 

 

For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto

 

Mirrored World

Reflection AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Where does solid begin?

Where does the liquid end?

Do the depths mirror

What lurks behind the bend?

Does the murk hold the answer?

Does the shimmer hide foe?

Will you know where to dive

And where you should not go?

 

 

For the Lens’ Artists Photo Challenge: Reflections

 

Morning Manners

grooming Inbar Asif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

One cannot head to pasture

On a fine, chilly morn

Without checking to see if

One’s mane’s properly adorned.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Surprise

 

Mirrored

mirrored R.RozenZvi

Photo: R. Rozen-Zvi

 

The soft brown curls

Sweetly turned back

Away from images

She’ll track

As she grows older

And discovers

Mirrored reflections

Of her self

And others.

 

 

For the Photo a Week Challenge: Through glass

 

 

Ducky Reflections

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Is the duck in the water?

Is the duck in the sky?

Is she swimming to perch

On a roof dunked nearby?

Did the house lean to water

Does the mud, garden make?

Are my eyes seeing mirrors

Is my mind still awake?

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Reflection

 

Window Wonder

Reflection InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

If the world’s reflected

Like a mirror

In the windows

Of your mind,

Would you know to tell

The difference

Between inside

And outside?

 

 

For Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: Windows

 

Gramma’s Right

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers

 

“You can come with me,” she insisted.

“Mazie,” I sighed. “You’re old enough to know not to take Gramma’s stories literally.”

The seven-year-old shrugged, and the new pixie cut she’d insisted on and which took away the curls I so adored, glinted in the light.

She glanced at the dilapidated building, then at me. Her face was inscrutable. Was she hesitant or exasperated? Perhaps both?

The moment stretched.

“Gramma’s right,” she sputtered. “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

And she stepped through the mirror, onto grass, and disappeared into the shack.

 

 

For Friday Fictioneers: August 31 2018