Foam of sun-sparkled
morning tide silvers sea-side
beachcombersā treasures:
wave-whipped windswept strands
strewn with jettisoned jewels,
jelly encrusted
with shell grit and grains of sand.
Brackish bladderwrack,
entangled like rubber bands,
vesicles gasping,
protuberant thyroid glands,
flutter flirty flimsy fronds,
release gametes
in a dioecious dance
of fertilisation.
All the while we humble lugworms,
the artistic architects
of small, intricate casts, ripple
across shoreline space,
never meeting face to face:
lonely males scatter
passionless cloudy puddles,
washed by waves into shallows,
where we coy females pause in furrows.
Images found on Ā www.telegraph.co.ukĀ andĀ www.seaangler.co.uk
My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link NightĀ #181, where Mish is our host. She has been pondering October and the way time flies, and shared a poem by Carl Sandburg called āAutumn Movementā, which is a reminder of the brevity of this season ā Ā a poem I wasnāt familiar with and which Iām so pleased I am now.
Iāve kind of mixed all three of the recent prompts in my poem, with a smattering of cubism, some razzle dazzle and arrangement.
Ā The Lugwormsā Lament Foam of sun-sparkled morning tide silvers sea-side beachcombersā treasures: wave-whipped windswept strands strewn with jettisoned jewels,