storm
After the storm
Who can resist ?
The treasures that the sea throws in
After the storm on Friday last
Thick shelled mouse ears
Size of fingernails and perfect white
spiralling in and out of sight
spiralling in and out of sight
And limpets , rounded pyramids of rock
Or starry chalices
Or covers from a mermaids breasts
or codfish brains
or codfish brains
Rough on the outside , smooth inside
And sea glass , green and brown and clear
ground on the edge like jewels and casting
Coloured motes of light on stones
Coloured motes of light on stones
And empty winkles , round and dark
And debris strewn across the path
And seaweed hanging from a gate
The hanging door is open wide
There’s salty puddles in the hall
And shingle filling up the grate
A mackerel lying on the hearth
A.Greg , Whitehead , 11/08/2019
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