The day started lazily enough, perched on a cliff overlooking a rainbow bay. From the shore the water reached out in gemstone tones: amber to emerald, jade to aquamarine, turquoise to lapis lazuli, sapphire to amethyst. All shining in mid-morning light. The progression of treasures made me wonder if just over the horizon amaranthine gave way to garnet and ruby: a hidden red ocean just further than my eyes could reach.
But before long, the sun was gone and the colors muted. In Hatchet Bay Caves, we became explorers. Bats hung in the mouth of the cave, twitching as we disturbed their sleep. The guano on the ground flagged the territory as theirs. Along the walls of the caves, visitors before us also marked their places as well: in guano, in spray paint, in mud, in tar, letting us know who “wuz here” in a desperate attempt at immortality.
We pushed further into the cave, where even bats and tourists did not go. Stalactites cried tears at their separation from their partners, as the stalagmites reached up to caress and comfort them. Ribbons of rock adorned the walls and mimicked the waves of the ocean above.
In the silent darkness, skulls and bones hid. Lucayan remains playfully ducked out of sight, snooping around corners for a better look, but not wanting to scare off the livers. Femurs shushed collar bones and trails of spines lined up to take a peek.
Above our explorations, brittle stars hugged tightly to the sea bed, feeling the rumblings from underneath. A large, maroon crab scuttled out of its own cave, afraid it had woken something beneath. Scallops jiggled on the sea grass and tulip shells paused in the sand, listening to the tremors below.
A lightless sunset of golden lines, tawny rays, tangerine grooves, copper streaks, and crimson stripes gave way to amber. In these caves, the rainbow was complete. As we made our way out, our eyes were shocked with all the colors at once: a hot white light in a cloud white sky.
Beautiful – thank you for taking me exploring with you.
Beautiful description! I loved the sentence, ‘Stalactites cried tears at their separation from their partners, as the stalagmites reached up to caress and comfort them.’ 🙂
It must have been a marvelous experience. I’ve always wanted to go spelunking but Hubby’s claustrophobic. Ah, well, I’ll have to be satisfied just reading your words again. 🙂
Thanks so much!
You have really made me wanna go there!
It’s amazing! I’m so lucky to have the opportunity to be here. Hopefully I’ll get to write more about it.
nice style, love the image, too… fitting;)
Thanks! The image is actually one we took in the cave and one that helped inspire the writing. Straight from the source!
Beautiful, vivid imagery. I adore your style of prose because it’s rhythmic, unique and draws the reader into the scene. You have a very distinct literary voice, and that’s a rare thing indeed! 🙂
Thank you so much. I really appreciate it (:
Your writing makes me yearn for all kinds of adventurous things.
Thank you so much. That is such a touching compliment.
Thanks for stopping by and checking out my blog, I appreciate it. How serendipitous to read your post above…..my best friend has a blog http://www.shannonraelynn.com that she uses for writing in general but also to promote her first novel “Seascape”, just recently published, that is set on the same island in the Bahamas….and she went there to be sure her story details were accurate. Cool!
Wow, what a coincidence! It’s such a tiny, sparse island. I am surprised when people have even heard of it!
Lovely. Thanks.
Nicely descriptive of the landscapes and details of the sea life living there.:)
Thank you!
Love the imagery.
Thanks so much!