An Infant Army Is Born
a smashed bubble
over a watery view
spreads its pearlescent
sudsy sea foam
aqua-marine stained rosé
blackened ships
morbid metal, inert fiber glass
haunt and float, hovering
not-quite immersed
unseen, below
more liquid entities
settle, find a new reef
to call home
a charred hull is a microcosm
bivalves, barnacles, worms
the protoplasmic and the minuscule
for a time closed up, protected
membranes folded, shells sealed
one must stick her neck out
if she wishes to feed and procreate
plankton blooms, minerals dissolve
meld and bleed with the saline
the moon rises
the tide pulses
there is a release
the watery world is amniotic
an infant army is born
transparent and legion
swim little orphans
invade a new death perch
bring it to life again
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Words and Images are my own. An Infant Army Is Born was originally conceived during 100 days of Poetry on the Steem blockchain and is published in Monsters, Avatars, & Angels. Click on any title below to further explore and support my writing.
Very pretty Pryde
Thank you, Paul. It is that Beach I was talking about:)
I followed you and upvoted you because of the comment you left on the blacklist post. I will follow you on Steem as well. My upvote there is bigger.
I am so very tired of bullies!!
Thank you, Marianne. I follow you on both platforms:):):)