The Runaway









The Runaway

She never left right away,
sashaying slowly she drifted,
never retracing her cobalt steps,
as she did on full moon nights,
silvering blue seas and white sands.

Like an errant girl she skipped away,
her foamy curls receding,
her song becoming distant,
the conch had learnt it,
every nuance of her ebb and tide,
the swishing waves of her wet robes,
and her thundering joyous fury rushing
to embrace the shore she left behind
during her low times.

The conch watched as times changed,
the tectonic shifts that laid waste,
and fairweathered friends who left,
all except those who were rooted,
and united with the sand,
in parched eagerness, dryly waited
her return, hoping for an axial shift,
a monumental continental drift,
that would bring her back.

And on cool windy nights,
the conch sings,
the songs of the sea,
of the gentle ocean’s allure,
hoping she hears and returns,
from her distant wanderings,
crossing the gulf of time,
the vast plains of barrenness,
and embrace the shores
she once called home,
the boy holds the conch to the ear,
and hears the Ancient Ocean’s song.

Write a poem for contest ~ The Alchemist Quote Prompt ~ – TheSeaSoul
I recently had to read “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. I came across a portion I liked the idea of very much:

{ The alchemist…reached over and picked up a shell from the ground.
‘This desert was once a sea,’ he said.
‘I noticed that,’ the boy answered.
The alchemist told the boy to place the shell over his ear. He had done that many times when he was a child, and he had heard the sound of the sea.
‘The sea has lived on in this shell, because that’s its Personal Legend. And it will never cease doing so until the desert is once again covered by water.’ }

I would like you to write a short poem in response to the above portion of literature.

Only a few guidelines…
~Absolutely zero adult content or swearing whatsoever.
~There is no word limit, however do try to keep it relatively short.
~I love strong imagery, the sound of poetry, word choice, and creativity. I’ll keep an eye out for these things when judging!
~I will read every poem, and will comment on many/most of them.
~If you have any questions in reference to this contest, feel free to let me know.

Have fun writing!…/2693771—The-Alchemist-Quote-Promp…

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.