Felt the weather couldn't justify any other theme for this Thursday . . .
Tidepool
An inverse island of salt water
Sits shimmering under the cruel sun
Making a haven for skittering crabs
To tuck under wet rock and sand.
Movement dots across the tiny world
Lucky barnacles throw out their nets
To harvest the concentrated stew
Blinking like hungry Christmas lights.
Squatting anemones are pale coins
Scattered across the puddle bottom
Rising columns of bubbles betray
Others sheltered beneath the sand.
A group thrown together by fate
To eat or be eaten under the beating sun
Who will be left to live on after
The tide returns to rescue the marooned?
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7 comments:
I really felt the beach in this one. :) I liked the line "A group thrown together by fate" reminiscent of all the things the tide brings in that maybe weren't meant to be together...
love the anenomes as pale coins -- what a unique image!
Nice imagery. I like the anemones description the best.
'Squatting anemones are pale coins
Scattered across the puddle bottom'
that was very beautiful..
Michelle -- Very engaging… an enjoyable read, indeed! ;)
Nice! When the tide returns to...marooned. Some hope there!
This reminds me of going to the coast in Maine...beautiful!
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