Jan 26


A ghost of a creature rises from the black

Its spectral fringes ripple with movement

Speckles of light glisten from its edges

Its milky frills flow and dance with the current

More drift up beside it, each gaudier than the last

Their transparent bodies beam in the moonlight

Twinkling jellies as far as the eye can see

Their tendrils gumming all in an electric bubble

A stinging snare of alluring beauty

In which there is no escape