Sealed, Congealed…
Lacking substance, it hardly moved.
Unbroken, it lay in wait.
A pallid, creamy, watery film,
An un-pierced silken tension.
Offshore. Placid.
Sealed.
Lacking substance, it barely appeared.
Fractured, it hovered in wait.
A pale, insipid, ragged moon,
A bitten, chalky impression.
Uncertain. Flaccid.
Congealed...
Pete Ray
A calm evening sea in Bournemouth Bay, July 2013, overlooked by a chunk of weak moon…
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