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 