Common Ground - For Contest

Common Ground They would emerge sandy grisly looking beings mysteriously become a presence, a part of a momentary event Following the scent of happiness, creeping past the invisible sentries, blending into the fabric of time’s need for companionship. They carried the rudiments of fun, a smile, a stick, two seashells, a bucket, a bent shovel. The borders shrank then grew to include all, the moat around the castle spread, new towers were erected, soft stones were placed as tribute to “seaweed” demons. As the sun faded the surf approached, slowly, innocently, inevitably. The grisly beings withdrew, wraithlike in their disappearance, returning to their roots, withdrawing into time’s shadows. I would remain with my son to watch the surf erase the evidence of the mystical castles built by un-named, bright faced children drawn to the scent of happiness, building togethercastles in the sand. 11/15/2016 submitted to – Privacy is like piracy yet copy cats are unlike authenticity – Poetry Contest