Jelly fish look like eyeballs
On the beach
Sockets prized open and drained
Their contents emptied on the
Pernicious corneas watching.
Masterfully I crafted a path bypassing
That optical spillage
Circumnavigating rock pools swollen
By the grimacing reflections of crabs
And down to the sea’s lonely side
Where the horizon fluttered
A bunting of sails
And the waves unfolded flotsam
Of broken sunshine.
There at the edge of that desolate shore
Hearing the gulls
Swearing oaths of allegiance to
Quite alone yet watched by a thousand
Beach combing eyes.
Nothing like a (dis)quiet(ing) walk on the beach. – mh clay