The Med Laughs

2013-02-16 17.42.47

Walking the promenade I skirt
An all pink and blue Med
Blowing shallow curls on the beach.
She is serene in fading light
Somewhat detached from my world.
White boats at anchor
Barely move with her ripples.

But then she slaps a short wave
On shore and chuckles,
Swishes a little laughter
In a dimple of sand
Because I feel like an Amazon
Since it seems I tower
And my stride is so sure.

I feel tall and beautiful
In my strappy heels and green dress.
I wanted him to see me
And wonder where I was going
In that party mood…

But I don’t think he did.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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12 Responses to The Med Laughs

  1. Katalina4 says:

    Chuckles and dimples – I love how she is personified.
    And am now dying to see the strappy heels and the green of the dress….


  2. john zande says:

    He did… he’s just coy πŸ˜‰


  3. mrmodigliani says:



  4. mrmodigliani says:

    ps I agree with Katalina4. Let’s see the dress


  5. Celadon!
    Tu rigoles maintenant!
    Et tu es sure qu’il t’a pas vu dans son coeur?


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