The first time I saw her I feared the sea too much. She sailed the night, the moon hung for a lamp on her mast. I wait and watch the waves. Next time I will brave salt’s sting.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt:
We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet: The first time I saw. . .
Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each. We’re going low-brow on your this week. Or not. Can you class it up under these restrictions? Give us your best. (For a total of 38 words.)
I have been missing you, Trifecta. Now that the holidays are well behind us, I’m looking forward to all the words, in multiples of three or not.
Christine Hanolsy 
Breathtaking! Love the imagery and resolve at the end. Great piece. 🙂
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I love the image you created.
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Luminous piece of writing, Christine. Gorgeous.
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I can picture the scene so clearly from these few words. You truly painted a picture worth a thousand words here – in only 38!
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Nice lines. Beautiful imagery in there.
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I can see myself sitting on the sea’s edge next to such a beautiful thing in the moonlight. Captivating.
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ooooh! i love this! great take on the prompt!
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Great combination of respectfulness and determination. The sea is a mighty and wondrous place. You captured the essence of it very well. Great writing. 🙂
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Oh, this is so haunting, Christine!
And ‘the moon hung for a lamp on her mast’ is absolutely gorgeous
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Hehe: kindred spirit : )
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I’ll be your kindred spirit any day! That’s a huge compliment. 🙂
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Love this.
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The sea can be frightening and enchanting, both at the same timed. This was a beautiful piece of writing.
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A beautiful, mythical scene. Wonderful work. 🙂
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You and Kymm are kindred spirits this week, and I love them both. Thank you for linking up.
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I can think of worse things than being Kymm’s kindred spirit. 🙂
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This is beautiful. I still fear the ocean 🙂
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To things I adore, the moon and ocean, wrapped up into 33 beautiful words. Every time I look at each, I swear it’s a first. Stunning entry, Christine!
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Love this! Hope she overcame the fear.
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I still call it “The big ocean”, my mom loves to tell that story of the first time i saw the NJ shoreline.
I loved this because I think the first time we see anything that is so much bigger and mightier than us, we feel that sense of being small.
The important thing is that we “Brave the sea’s salt”
just beautiful.
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Nice take on the prompt, very inviting, first contact with the sea.
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The first time I saw the nude moon it gave me a start. Bare, shamed and with no cloth, she stood mute yet with her mouth shut just so. Her glow was like the mist in a way.
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Dang, that is fabulous! And it fits so nicely with mine – it’s almost like two perspectives on one moment. Please tell me you posted this!
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Yes Christine, this is all mine. Sometimes I strike out a lot with regards to my writing and perhaps not this time.
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We all strike out a lot. The important thing is to keep writing. A hard thing, sometimes. I think this was a great piece. Seriously, have you posted it to Trifecta? If not, you should. Folks there will love it.
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I am very humbled, thanks. lol. My favorite writings are on feminism and a real man’s take. I have one on here about the abuse of women and the changes we all need to make..
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