Quite a lot of these around in Cardigan Bay just now. These moon jellies are harmless and quite beautiful.
Moon jellies bump gently
against my
body
as I float in flooding tide
early morning, late spring.
Creatures without brain
blood, eyes, or heart
yet beautiful free swimmers
pulsing movers
alive in their own light, iridescent silk,
with violet ornaments, carnal signals.
We let the sea swallow us
and drift together
while they murmur untold stories,
older than dinosaurs.
First published in Words for the Wild, 2020,
and in 'Before we Breathe' my third poetry collection (Littoral Press 2021)
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