Returned to the Sea

Three Line Tales, Week 212

photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash


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.

Winter Seagulls

Early morn, gray sixth day

Of new year and decade

‘Brisk breeze’, understatement

More probably winter wind’s warning

Lest Christmas sans snowflakes

(Mild temps, mere rain—torrents)

Blur sleepy common sense ‘neath

Hoods tied tight, make us complacent

Dreaming cherry trees greening…

On unsettled pewter sky

Seagulls’ chaotic formation

Draws attention, they’re cavorting

Like origami bird kites in spring

Raucous winged puppets pulled by

Wild wishes’ invisible strings

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