She came at me
from nowhere
slip sliding
easing into
the shore,
ramping up
from behind,
I was mistaken
when I thought
it was a game
and then the
second shot,
the ROGUE WAVE –
the one that
rushes from
under the first
loaded with
kelp and
power,
hurling into
shore at
breakneck
speed,
I was lost
in the glee
of the moment
thinking
it would be
OK to wait
stand still
let her swirl
around me,
But suddenly
I was down
covered by
cold white
foam and
launched into
the rocks of
the devil
pounding from
behind,
It was almost
over before
it began,
I cannot describe
the pain
the amazement
the sheer hell
of gasping
for breath,
the tide pulled
out and my
visitor with it,
leaving me
strangled in
seaweed, soaking
wet,
shocked that
it could happen
to me, the little
BEACH GIRL,
the walker
the lover of
the sea,
She had come
after me
with a vengeance
that betrayed
the tales
we have
heard forever:
Never underestimate
THE POWER
OF A WOMAN!

 

 

 

 

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