Compiled for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #79, by an antiestablishmentarianist.
pelagic starscape cynosure antiestablishmentarian moontree. Her hippie-sort parents believe a child’s names reflect her karma. Pelagic: conceived and born on moonfaerie’s quilts spread on the same stretch of high tide mark sand. Starscape: the organic unpolluted night sky. Cynosure: a lighted path. Antiestablishmentarian: reject all that isn’t free and of nature. Moontree: the bond of her parents.
Commune members wade knee-deep into birthmother ocean as moonfaire and treespirit dip their daughter’s tiny, swiggling body into the sea. The rawness of November’s waves mottles the child’s lips and skin blue.
Blue’s jacket pockets, weighted down with smooth-edged, thin, flat skipping stones, bruise-bump against her legs. She giggles, sand-sledding down the dune embankment. Tide waits for the ancient pull on it’s sinews. Bestest time for spooning rocks. The correct wrist-twist caress sends her skipper skiddling across the saltwater surface tension. One, two, three . . . counting the ripple rings until, with a soft plop, the skipper loses momentum and drowns. Her bestest spoon ever!
pelagic starscape cynosure antiestablishmentarian moontree will be for the woman; blue is for the child.
© phylor 2015