When we came to Shanty’s Cove,
it silent lay; behind black-wreathed
doors no threatening alarms were raised.
Shipwrecked bodies washed ashore
now fast buried lay; the town’s life yet
unrestored, Hemalini and I roam free.
Shadow-walking peaceably where thalassic
currents thrash, we wonder when
we’ll be forced again to flee.
For Carrie's Sunday Muse #236 weekly photo prompt;
Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt #285 50 words exactly; using "thalassic"
This Jolly Beggar 
“Shadow-walking peaceably where thalassic
currents thrash”
Beautiful.
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Thank you so much Shawna! 🙂
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Great atmosphere with this one ❤
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Thank you, Angela. You can credit the picture for that!
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You are welcome ♥️
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I think the picture just enhances what you have written 🙂
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Very kind, thanks again Angela. 💝
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I expect that emptiness may be an illusion in any case. There are always shadows, and sometimes the shadows own the place, at least for a while. A fine poem for the gales of November.
–Shay
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The gales of November indeed, and the shadows are falling too quickly now. On that emptiness, the threat may be more silent/hidden but you’re right, when have shadows never returned? Too gloomy. Is it Spring yet?
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I’m glad they have strong companions in each other to navigate through dark times.
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Me too. They certainly seem very secure in each other’s company. Thanks Lisa!
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You captured the essence of the art beautifully … the muted colors … what the art spoke to you.
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Generous of you, Helen, thank you so much!
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You’re swiftly becoming a favorite poet of mine, Dora. Soon you’ll be knocking me off of my chair. 😉
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Anything to knock you off your chair, I mean, not literally of course, but your standards being high, it would be quite an achievement, my friend! 😀
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😊💜
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I love the way “Shipwrecked bodies washed ashore”
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Thank you R.
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This was so beautifully written 🙂
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Thank you kindly Katherine 🙂
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The storms of life is there a safe haven?
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Makes us wonder doesn’t it?!
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This is intriguing. I feel that I could linger in the lines, waiting to find out about the shipwrecks and the ocean.
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That element of mystery is what drew me to that particular photo prompt and I guess I managed to raise as many questions as I answered lol. Thank you W.
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The whole feel of this poem is wistful yet hopeful and truly lovely Dora!
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Thank you Carrie, glad you liked it my friend.
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I really like where the picture took you.
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Thank you Keith.
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Wow you served both prompts so well.
Happy Sunday.
Much💛love
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Thank you Gillena. 💛
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This is so beautiful…Yes, how long will the peace/calm last before we must flee.
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Such a fragile thing, peace, because not many seek it. Thank you Susie.
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So beautifully written, Dora! I especially love, “Shadow-walking peaceably where thalassic /
currents thrash” 🙂
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Thank you Sammi and thanks too for teaching me a new word with your prompt lol. 🙂
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🙂
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I love the direction you took for this art. “shadow-walking peacefully”
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Glad you enjoyed, Sara, thank you!
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