Oyster catcher couple
That eat mussels not oysters
In silence together
Delicate mirage
Floating film of mirror
The seas
Reflect the melting sun
As glowing soft orange
Sahara waves of sand
Unfurl beyond
Drifting wet wide water
Slimy slither of slim sparkling light
Open a chrome crescent
That she was…
Called the moon
- 19.11.2009 , from the collection, Some poems about life and stuff by stuart barnes