like a raw, red hell
that hissed in the sea
the sun made peace
I recently watched a sun set with an ocean backdrop and was amazed at how quickly it seemed to plunge out of sight. Of course there was no hissing in the sea, it simply dropped out of sight. Somehow I want to read your last line as:
the first time i was introduced to Poe's "telltale heart"
jamoboree, boy scouts...a priest told us that story by the bonfire, we all sat around enthralled and scared out of our wits...he told it so creepily..and what a voice...and his eyes with the help of the fire maybe? scary stuff..
nice memory for me though..i like being scared..
thanks for that..
and the last part...i picture the sun dropping into the sea and can hear the hiss...
such description with your usual economy of words...
i don't do the stalking thing...but i am going to return periodically to check out more of your work...good stuff!
I've always thought of sunset as death of the daylight. The night is stronger, darker, and when the night falls asleep, turns gray, the sun sneaks back into the sky, still bleeding red/orange from the beating it took the sunset before.