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.