Blue Moon

51) Seaglass

that was her name

in the thank you jar.

and her echo of life

in the smash of sea froth

i was in the jar,

bubbling away, and sinking

though the moon shines me down

and the stars, they're bright tonight

behind the clouds.

i'm sure that the moon must smile

(my, she is heavenly) when we smash

thank you jars on the rocks in the waves

and our gratitude is washed away

and up and down, to ocean and shore,

and then the jar will one day be seaglass

stained with brine and thank you letters

and happy, smiling scribbles of pen

i would quite happily drown in a thank you jar

in the calm after the storm

when the dust is again allowed to settle

not in melancholy, but waiting for a wind to stir things up

once more, and then crowd in gull fury feasts

until one day the water ripples in splashed sunshine

and more thank you jars are being filled.

(23rd January 2014)