Across The Bridges Of Time by zacaroo81, literature
Literature
Across The Bridges Of Time
The impossibly beautiful day draws to a close. The azure sky softly retreating before a dazzling symphony of fire struck colours. Standing tall on rust coloured boulders jutting into the sea, Emma gazes across the small bay toward the hillside upon which her home sits. The waters of the Atlantic Ocean lap languidly at the warm sand below. A gentle breath of evening breeze caresses her sunlit skin, as she quietly lets thoughts of days long past wash over her. Memories of swimming with him under a golden sun. Immersed in cool waves that would seemingly roll on forever. Sitting together on the beach, eating fresh fish and crisp, cold salads, consumed with chilled white wine and soft laughter. The scent of sunscreen lingering over the brine. Recalling summer nights lying on a blanket making love, surrounded by the midnight moonlit sand. The luminescent waves quietly rolling in rhythm with the natural movements of their bodies. After, they would sleep. Wrapping themselves into the blanket,
Following the witch: another hymn to Aphrodite by JeanDibasson, literature
Literature
Following the witch: another hymn to Aphrodite
Once upon a Time in Italy near the comune of Nemi while walking at a crossroads amidst mystery and melancholy of the street I heard a talking walnut tree a peculiar pulpit and wandered through its holy woods. Carefully stepping through grasses and over mossy stones I came upon a deer path. A trail I tread until nightfall when it led to a lake. The water’s surface shimmered illuminated by the night sky. A cosmic mirror speckled with stars. Overcast on sunken warships of the Emperor sleeping on the lake’s bed dreaming of a drowned cat sacrificed in the sea to summon storms. So I made my way along its shore ruminating on the reflection and arrived at ancient ruins where walls had overgrown with weeping ivy and boughs blooming with mistletoe. A sanctuary where worshipped wilderness reclaimed broken bricks as its own. And solus amidst this Dianic scene was a woman whose white skin glowed under the full moon. Reminiscent of marble memorials or statuesque sculptures of Venus. She had a red