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Blue Shell

Half-hidden in wet sand,
different from the rest.
Blue, the color of sincerity.
I dug it out and slipped it in my pocket.

Big rambling house among the dunes;
our playhouse on an April weekend.
We wore sweaters on the beach
and never saw the sun.

I strolled on chilly sand under leaden skies
and sipped Bailey's in an upstairs room,
scanning the horizon
through a broken telescope.

In the drizzly afternoon
I watched beach movies,
sipped wine,
and amused myself with cards.

At night we grilled by tiki torches
then huddled around the television,
rent-house blankets over our shoulders,
to fend off the April chill.

More solitaire,
More wine,
More beach movies.
As rain pattered on the roof.

Although we laughed often,
I said little.
Nothing exciting happened,
but everything did.

The wealth of one found shell
now serves as a blue reminder
of a cool and peaceful interlude
under protective skies.

This is a Three Word Wednesday post.

5 comments:

jaerose said...

We think of blue perhaps as cold and distant but it can be a 'peaceful sky'..calm..content..a haven..Jae

August 22, 2012 at 10:32 AM
Ellecee said...

What a lovely picture you paint here. I have had times like that and your words bring back those memories. I even have some blue shells. Thank you.

August 22, 2012 at 1:00 PM
Alice Audrey said...

More beach movies? :) Sweet remembrance piece. A little sad for being something to look back on.

August 22, 2012 at 4:57 PM
oldegg said...

I loved holidays like that. You could really relax and not be yourself. Delightful

August 22, 2012 at 10:35 PM
RMP said...

It was quite easy to get lost here in your words. You breathed life into that moment so beautifully.

August 24, 2012 at 5:17 PM