The sleepy, fat, porcelain Full Moon
beamed down its silvery smile, shimmeringly
into the darkened, raggedly rocked Cove.
Lighting a match of sapphire and emerald
shading and colour to adorn and glimmer
this salty-fresh, natural, nocturnal palate.
Within this midnight radiance, she sat
waist deep within a canoe-shaped rock pool.
Braiding her hair, thoughtfully, with heart
shaped pieces of Mother-Of-Pearl, whilst
humming softly an almost forgotten shanty.
Pondering the strange rhythm within herself,
she focused then unfocused upon the lullaby
waves lapping at the edges of her concentration.
Deciding at last that what the World needed was
far more Seaweed mixed up nicely in its Poetry.
Her Great Grandmother had a long time ago
given Laverbread and Cockles to the Welsh Folk
to help make them healthy, wise and strong.
Now, she in turn would serenade the deep, sleep
dreams of all sensitive enough to understand
the beautiful dark harmonies of Neptune’s songs.
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet. You can read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/