Cursed Beach: A Poem

Flowed over her buoyant curves

As fine Indian silk

Caresses ones cheek

The dusk filled thunderheads

Shadowed her drifting mind

Full of cleansing emotions

And a sanctuary of forthcoming memories

With great sheets of thunder

And clamorous sounds and lightening

She moved for

The salty hands of the shore

The drizzle made the beach

As the ocean was

And as she waded upon it

Gravity stole her motion

Screaming for a helpless god

Gravity took pity

And stopped the pull waist high

But it would not relinquish its hold

The rain was fierce and steady

Electricity was its equal

And thunder was close behind

Carrying its message of vengeance

She turned

She struggled

She tore at her captor

She failed to move

A bolt from above

Collided with another, then another

The trio raced earthward

Striking the beach beside her

She awoke

Still imprisoned

Bleeding from her nose and ears

But it was her perfect eyes that saw

An ancient hand

Pushing from the blackened sand

Clawing for its freedom

Grasping for the intruder

The length and breadth of the beach

Erupted with a battalion of decaying hand

Years of victims of the cursed sand

Her moans

Mixed with the tides

And the sand

Waited for another storm