The line between the sea and the sky is
the end, and then the beginning of something
new. A promise
to Future’s wings which
fan the fire of juvenile desire
and go! Flee! Don’t turn back your eyes
must face forwards now and new things will be yours
to mould in your cupped hands like a smooth,
ripe mango. Many a journey lingers in your
laughter and foamy fingers cling to your stern,
but don’t look back on your wistful daydream
it stays there still on the shore and looks on,
upon the horizon.
Sure and sheer it cuts
a straight line clear as the deftness of your serious eyes
which gently tug the sky back to the earth
and yes, a neat line is a satisfying thing nestling
in the smudges of drab grey space which surround us.
Some things can be wonky and charming like
teeth, or fringes.
But not a horizon.
© images and content Emily Hughes and searchingtosee, 2013
Your writing is so captivating, Emily. And the horizon, yes, is possibility!
thanks Karen I’m really glad you enjoyed it.
Lovely words and images.
many thanks Elena
thank you, Richard
Very nice, Emily!
A nice observation and so thoughtful yet gentle concerning children. I like the distant form I see as a person, and the closeup of a child. Of course this is only how I interpret what you have gifted me.
it is there to be interpreted as you wish… thank you Carla!
Deeply moving on both fronts. Your words are just as beautiful as your photographs. 🙂
oh thank you! 🙂
You blend it all together so beautifully!
thanks Patti that’s very lovely of you to say so
I love the “deftness of your serious eyes” gently tugging the sky back to the earth. That’s brilliant. And the photos, especially the way the first one allows so little space for that earth. Wonderful.
thanks I’m glad you enjoyed the words and the photographs together.
I’m not sure why, but the first image reminds me of Chris Marker’s La Jetée.