Poseidon’s Memory

Poseidon’s Memory by Elissa Capelle Vaughn

I leaned over the cliff, expecting Poseidon to break through the waves and flood the sky with aquamarine and gold.

What I found was a sea of rotting kelp beds stretching past the horizon. His underwater forests were just a memory decaying on the surface of the ocean.

The sulfuric air was still. There wasn’t even a ripple under the dead canopy. I imagined myself walking clear across toward the setting sun.

I watched the sun go down on that cliff, but I didn’t lose hope that something magical would happen.

I’ll never forget how bright the moon was when the Loch Ness emerged from Poseidon’s memory like a mountain.

<strong>Elissa Capelle Vaughn</strong>
Elissa Capelle Vaughn

Elissa Capelle Vaughn is a multi-genre writer who fuses poetry, micro-fiction, and fantasy. She holds a bachelor’s degree in art history from San Francisco State University and works in marketing as a copywriter and content writer.

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