In a moment, it was gone where the grey gulls fly

[sovay]

Yesterday was good. The sky never really cleared, but it brightened into that kind of odd white overcast that has no shadows and glares off anything that reflects, and by sunset it had started to break up into sandbar clouds; and there was the sea. fleurdelis28 picked me up around noon and after driving through Fall River to observe the weirdness of signs like Borden Apartments and Lizzie's Pastries (which made us both think of Sweeney Todd), we went for seafood in Mattapoisett and walked up and down a sandy beach on West Island. Cormorants and gulls were perched on huge boulders covered in barnacles and seaweed standing out of the water as the tide was coming in. We rolled up our pants and waded out past our knees; we saw a horseshoe crab in the water, and then another that she spotted and we rescued from dying upside-down on the beach. I used to know what those paper-thin, iridescent yellow shells were called. My hair tied itself in knots with the wind. It was lovely.

My poem "Evighed" has been accepted by Electric Velocipede. Since I wrote it last summer while in a seagoing frame of mind, I find this very fitting.

Now for a depressingly landbound activity: I have to clean the house.

Comments

[kayselkiemoon.livejournal.com]

they are called jingles. I love them, love them, love them. this post makes me homesick for the sea; it has been too long. I have a locket in which I put a gold jingle and three blue beads, so I could carry a bit of the sea with me. maybe I'll wear it today.

good news about the story!

[sovay]

they are called jingles.

They are jingle shells! I bounced this name off my parents last night and both of them looked at me blankly. I feel vindicated.

I have a locket in which I put a gold jingle and three blue beads, so I could carry a bit of the sea with me. maybe I'll wear it today.

That's wonderful. May the sea be near to you.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

My poem "Evighed" has been accepted by Electric Velocipede.

Congratulations.

[sovay]

Congratulations.

Thank you!

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Glad you had a lovely yesterday.

Congratulations on the acceptance!

And I hope the housecleaning is as pleasant as such an activity is capable of being.

[sovay]

And I hope the housecleaning is as pleasant as such an activity is capable of being.

It has yielded no poetic inspiration, but at least I won't have to wash the floor again for another couple of months.

[eredien]

I'm housecleaning today as well; the sky's color has been very odd this weekend.

Do they have raspberry jelly donuts at Lizzie's Pastries?

[sovay]

Do they have raspberry jelly donuts at Lizzie's Pastries?

I don't believe we tried to find out . . .

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

I read this entry Sunday morning and couldn't help thinking of it all day as I was by the sea, and to-day here was overcast. I was there past sunset, too, though here the clouds never broke up, instead getting purpler until they were dark orange from the electric lights--I was seeing a Morrissey concert at the embarcadero. It was nice, especially when he performed "Every Day is Like Sunday" with lines like, "The coastal town that they forgot to close down" and "every day is silent and grey."

My poem "Evighed" has been accepted by Electric Velocipede.

Congratulations.

[palecast.livejournal.com]

>Cormorants and gulls were perched on huge boulders covered in barnacles and seaweed standing out of the water as the tide was coming in. We rolled up our pants and waded out past our knees; we saw a horseshoe crab in the water, and then another that she spotted and we rescued from dying upside-down on the beach. I used to know what those paper-thin, iridescent yellow shells were called. My hair tied itself in knots with the wind. It was lovely.

This is gorgeous... I can see it so clearly. And Congratulations on the poem!

[sovay]

I was there past sunset, too, though here the clouds never broke up, instead getting purpler until they were dark orange from the electric lights--I was seeing a Morrissey concert at the embarcadero. It was nice, especially when he performed "Every Day is Like Sunday" with lines like, "The coastal town that they forgot to close down" and "every day is silent and grey."

That sounds really wonderful.

Congratulations.

Thank you!

[sovay]

And Congratulations on the poem!

Thanks!