Sep
08
Word: Ill Seen, Ill Said.
Naked, I dive in. Seaweed tendrils circle my legs, tickling the back of my knees, coaxing me down. I plunge again, lungs gulp-full of air. Little particles move like dust motes across my path. My arms break them into a swirling, eddying torment.
Now, I go deeper, my lungs starting to hurt, the water darker, cocooning all around me, stilling my senses. My head lightens. And I wonder if what’s left is the real me or the adrenalin talking. But I feel loose, meant to be underwater, happy to give it all up and let the undertow take me.
The water flecked now with glitter. Without deciding, I’m moving back towards the sun on the surface. And I’m there. Gasping and spluttering for breath through smiles, exhilarated and beat. I look back at the boat; yesterday’s bikini still drying in the sun. I flip and turn, kicking further out. I’m not ready to go back to all that yet.
Thanks to Jane of Ill Seen, Ill Said for this week’s edition of Word! You can check out guest posts from past weeks right here.
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Thanks for asking me to participate Kelly. It was fun!
09-08-09 » 3:03 pm »
I didn't realize until after I had already posted it, but your words are perfect for the end of summer
xo
Kelly
09-08-09 » 3:06 pm »
Gorgeous. Jane has such a gift with words.
09-08-09 » 3:09 pm »
Beautiful, Jane. It is perfect for this time of year!
09-08-09 » 5:14 pm »
What a great idea for a post! And Jane, what a beautiful submission.
09-09-09 » 2:51 am »
what a neat series! and I loved reading Jane's post — totally could visualize the words.
09-09-09 » 11:37 am »
nice writing, jane! your words perfectly describe being underwater. now i'm sad that swimming season is over…
09-10-09 » 1:39 am »
Wow, that was really beautiful. I love this one!
09-13-09 » 9:57 pm »