January 30, 2012

• #WinterSH26 song

  Write something incorporating the clause (as a sentence or otherwise), “A silver splash, like an exotic fin, cut the lamplight, a form both receding into the shadows and looming closer.”

   

  She sits atop her tower of stone, lonely and

  Forgotten, like every woman scorned.

  Alone.  Silent.  Without purpose.

  From far away, she spies a silver splash, like an exotic fin.

  Hope springs to her breast, song builds within her.

  The song breaks free: beautiful, melancholy.

  The boatmen, mesmerized by the soulful tune,

  Wishing to see her more clearly illumined by the moon

  Cut the lamplight, turn their vessel

  To follow the sound and view the shining visage-

  A form both as beautiful and dangerous as her song: 

  Shining hair, fair face, as curvaceous as the sea itself.

  The men draw ever closer, as men do:

  Spying only the beauty without, never the pain within.

  Her song, less joyful, receding into the shadows,

  As forgotten as her heart, broken by shallow men.

  And these new men, perhaps innocent,

  Are looming closer.

   

  (continuing to spew.  almost done with scavenger hunt)

  i’d never heard this one- a combo of bizarre and peaceful. 
  

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tCvffcG9-eI
  

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