Nights in our desert are clear and cold. Yet, I when I sleep, I dream of ships. The dunes dissolve into white crested waves; the ocean of reddish-brown sand turns to seafoam and deep blue. I hear the snap of sailcloth, feel the sting of spray rushing over the bow. The ship rolls beneath my feet; I steady myself against the mast. I am sailing, sailing. Perhaps, one morning, I will awake, not into my arid world, but aboard my night-ship, sailing, sailing.
for mlmm’s first line friday: Nights in our desert were clear and cold.
August 31, 2021 at 9:53 am
Very interesting take on this prompt. Really love it! ❤
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August 31, 2021 at 9:43 am
This is very evocative 💜
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September 1, 2021 at 7:52 am
Thank you. It started life as something else, then shifted to dreaming of ships. Perhaps more of a story to be told. Perhaps I was influenced by reading of the newest Dune movie? lol
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September 1, 2021 at 9:09 am
Oh! That’s possible ☺️
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