Routine of a Sleeping Beast

I stood at the edge of the water

As the sand sparkled on the beach

The roaring waves in the background

Reduced to whispers in the sea

 

Bubbles frothed at the tips

And burst with the touch of a stone

Shells peaked from under the mud

As the tide pulled away from the shore

 

At dawn the sun slowly lit up the surface

As the day brought an iridescence

Waiting for the evening to set in

The colours would fade in their evanescence

 

The following morning it would wake in rage

Like the stir of a sleeping beast

By noon the aggression would recede

To a calm, crystal-like sea.

(Inspired by John Keats’ On The Sea)

©Isha Malaviya.

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