iii
pink sunlight casts evening shadows
on his hut, his home
where he will feast on sea
weed and electric eels
on
the landing he empties his pocket
of pearls that he and his blue friend
amass in the harbour
where they play every day
then settle their fine calcareous orbs
in a basket by the door
white and black and as iridescent as
the fire that he and the blue-bellied turtle
will build in the night
for the girl in the moon o o o
4 comments:
I am enjoying these.
I'm glad! I don't even know where these thoughts are coming from, really .. so i'm glad someone's enjoying :)
I have come to visit your blog. These last three little stories are enchanting....thank you.
Thanks Darlene!
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