Beadlet Anemone
By onemorething
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A sea does not journey without obstacle,
it divides and foams across stone,
a slave to tides, it swirls, waves
over the living and dead it carries -
all passengers, all hungry for something
as it gasps the friction of their stories
upon shingle or sand. Or here,
meeting land, it casts itself onto rocks,
blasts new water into the worlds
of the cut-off, the alienated,
those adapted to ravage:
beadlet anemones worn by pools
as if they were bloody wounds
that exposed their suffering, toxic,
lashing out whips of survival
where life involves many forms of fighting.
Image from wikimedia commons: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Aberdour_bay,_beadlet_anemone_in_rock-pool_-_geograph.org.uk_-_824521.jpg
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A gripping poem Rachel, the
A gripping poem Rachel, the ocean has many stories to tell, this is one.
My kind of poem indeed.
Jenny
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childhood, and survival
The poem is lovely, it reminded me of my childhood, and then nearer towards the end the fight for survival, harsh, cruel "eat or be eaten". Anyway it is beautiful.
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Yes Rachel
Yes Rachel, and do you know that old song "Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea .. ..
And also to you for your kind reply I thought you could pehaps misunderstand my comment.
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