Skip to forum content is an online community in respect and relation to chip music, art and its parallels.

You are not logged in. Please login or register.

Dover Beach

Dover Beach

By Cityscape, Go! on Jan 16, 2011 3:35 pm

Those white cliffs rumbled like something very old and very slow. Encased in sight and sound he found himself hesitating. Like a man who hears the gulls crying and finds it necessary to sob in harmony he stumbled to the edge… his hair became flames in a powerful wind. The waves smashed at barnacled crags and fissures like some gigantic beast attacking the ground he stood on – water flung itself into the air as he looked up, breathed in, breathed out, suffocated in the pine and salt air that was his everything and crumpled like a newspaper in a rainy street of blue and meaningless. Curling his arms around his cold knees he hid his face from a metallic sky that seemed to think him a coward. … then, as the sun shone green and the day had gone, he looked up to feel a stiffening of his skin. The day had died inside of him, but somehow he knew morning was only a few hours away. Gulls swirled overhead as his depression became trees, the ocean and something infallible... yet, ephemeral.

This submission is licensed by author under CC Attribution Noncommercial No Derivative Works (BY-NC-ND)

You need to login to leave a comment.