I wrote this one for JD Mader's writing party at Unemployed Imagination - head over there this weekend to read people's stories and write your own. Cheers :)
Asteroidea
Five arms
afloat, seaweeds swarm
like hair, currents blending,
an ocean of glass.
Our fossils
date us to the Cambrian,
limbs separated,
an unliving record.
Glistening rubies,
spiny honeycomb surfaces.
Tube feet twitch,
feeding suspended.
Impossible toxicity.
In the face of death,
we regenerate,
regrow our arms.
Ebb and flow
a pumping heart.
Water is the blood,
the essence of life.
Spin softly,
this solitary dance,
echoes of silence
gaining deeper trance.
Into sediment
we burrow, secreting,
living on seagrass
in the warm shallows.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 18, 2023
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