Description
‘Crisscrossing midnight grey lines
seams coming apart
in little black eruptions;
shuddering breaths,
a vast beast
dying in agony
The sea gleams phosphorescent silver
lit by a moon in cloudless sky;
a soft dying light
ripples across the water
under blinking evening stars
A warm, wet breeze
leaks little threads of mist
out of hellish cracks;
watery lines of yellow appear
under scudding silver clouds
Choreographed by the breeze
those born of wing meanders,
in vivid relief against the grey,
the aura-like glow of day’
VaL Smit ©
