When we came to Shanty’s Cove, it silent lay; behind black-wreathed doors no threatening alarms were raised. Shipwrecked bodies washed ashorenow fast buried lay; the town’s life yetunrestored, Hemalini and I roam free. Shadow-walking peaceably where thalassic currents thrash, we wonder whenwe’ll be forced again to flee. For Carrie’s Sunday Muse #236 weekly photo prompt; … Continue reading Shadow-walking