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Theme Prompt - Waves

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remanth

Published: Oct 26, 2013

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White-frothed waves crash up on the shore,
Coming closer and closer with each burst.
The edges touch my toes and suddenly change,
Horses heads gesturing for me to follow.
The myths are true! The waves are horses!

I follow the last wave eagerly, the one
That had reached out and touched me.
Once submerged, I mount a snowy white horse
And we're off, faster than I can believe.
The herd runs faster than the wind above.

We dash over the sandy ocean floor,
Wrecks loom up like ghosts and fade
While colorful fish swim just overhead.
Such stark beauty, such amazing life
Hidden away here in the blue depths!

Family is everything.

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There's a myth I heard a while ago that the waves that hit the shoreline are actually horses and that the ninth wave always comes up the farthest. I kinda picture the scene with Arwen in the river in Fellowship of the Ring for this poem. Enjoy and, as always, comments are

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Foxy-Knight

Nov 2, 2013

I was unaware of that myth and I can see what you mean with Arwen, this does have a very Tolkien feel to it and carries the same magical beauty to it as well

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