Finishing up a night shift. So very sleepy I am.
Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction, photo as well. Words from The Sunday Whirl.
Prompt: Shadows
Two ships at ports opposite, transparent with their billowing sails, at the end of their journeys harrowing, and set to pass by one more time
They glide toward each other at a slower march, an oath of shared aches and pains echo forth
Age had dimmed beauty to a thin memory, but their rare vision saw that splendid grandeur
Twinkling gazes connect like dancing shadows on eyes and on walls, and marrow deep is their picture of youth
They borrow knowledge from years of toil and hold tight to shared joy until into the light they go
Comments
One of your most thought provoking and deep pieces, at least that I’ve seen. Nicely done.
I could safely see that last line either eliminated or in need of some rewriting though.
Cheers!
Author
I’ll look at it.
Like it very much though bittersweet.
Author
It is a little. Such is life I think sometimes.