This week I’ll be doing leapfrogging – picking a word, then continuing that word to form new words.
Sound – Wave.
Wave – Form.
Form – Able.
Able – Body.
Body – Image.
The Sound fills with waves, crashing against the shoreline.
Waveforms undulating their distress against the rocks and beaches beneath the lighthouse whose form rises up from the weary peninsular. It casts its able light against the craggy beaches and wards away ships. Able-bodied but not indestructible the whalers sail in from the deep sea’s black-body swallowing up vessels that venture beyond the horizon of the land. The image of the sinking ships still haunts the light-house as it must watch them sucked under.