Ah, Celtic Romance (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 215

photo by Gabriel Ramos via Unsplash

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Throughout their life together they couldn’t afford much of a vacation, so she always told him, “let’s just drive to the beach”.

He loved her for that, and had saved up for something special to celebrate their 40th anniversary… “how about Hawaii?” he offered.

“How about Ireland,” she countered, grinning… “maybe we’ll run into those Celtic Thunder guys”.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Returned to the Sea

Three Line Tales, Week 212

photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash

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The sea had called her since birth…whether due to flawed seamen fathers, or Divine seed in her blood.

How her heart yearned, ached to be with it and never leave… “oh, to be a mermaid”, her childhood wish.

The rock was high and firm above magnificent waves—their melded colors mercurial, gemlike; but when twilight wrapped its cape around her, she heard the siren’s sing-song melody…and slipped into salt-rich beckoning depths.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

New Year, Old Hearts

After celebratory sounds subside

Fireworks, neighborhood festivity

We sit silent together, side by side

Words unneeded, thoughts woven intricately

We’ve watched calendar pages, wish-filled, waft

Bearing hopeful plans, and prayers aloft

While seasons of love in youth’s flight almost blur

Mem’ries, matched moments, embers linger

Our gnarled hands reach, as if on cue, your eyes

Speak timeless language in forget-me-not blue

We’ve lived sea’s tidal melody, constancy…

Another year and decade new

Two old hearts bound strong, e’er true

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.