PROSE POETRY

Driftwood

Life imitating fantasy

Low season wind changes from east to west bring strong monsoon winds across the Andaman sea.

Stirring up in the Bay of Bengal blowing across the foot of the great Himalayas in Nepal storming through India advancing across the Indian Ocean into our house!

Pazuz’s demon’s often escaping joining in just for fun, They enjoy scaring the wits out of us until reigned back in.

With strong waves comes driftwood, great lumps of it chasing me out of the water, wouldn’t want to a blow to the head by one of those bad boys leaving me for dead.

A peaceful stroll along the beach waves crashing noisily, I often find gifts presented by the sea, driftwood in many shapes and sizes to tantalize the imagination, a wee bit of compensation for keeping me out of its water.

Walking back home at pace pleased with my find I show me wife a fire tree! “What”? Same response to the firebird, the dragons, the werewolf head, Irish legends Cu Culainn & Finn Mac cool, three monstas, etc. etc.

So I get to it, painstakingly painting driftwood over days bringing my imagined ideas to life, the final coat of varnish dries usually accompanied by exclamations of; “Oh, yeah”.

Yeah, now you see, see! Feck it, I’m getting in the sea.

James G Brennan 2021

Thank you as always, ScienceDuuude for giving my words a platform. Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏✨