Jellies

In the blue of the ocean

the jellies

gentle progression

for they

pulsate and joyfully

sail calmly through

the salt of the ocean

its what jellies do

a gas filled bladder

and tentacles long

all sorts of colour

no colours wrong

here with the light and the sea

and  it all

a state of  wonder

astonishment,  call

up the artist and tell them

be baffled to spy

a wonderful wizard

who just likes to fly

so weirdly toxic

a great man o’ war

a  breathtaking evil.

whats it all for

a demonstration

just full of  swank

a flourish of trumpets

a lot in the bank

form and solemnity

pompous and great

a  being an entity

a realness of late

way down in the ocean

where light fades away

where darkness recovers

and tries to say

the really great flourish

Of  tentacles that

Make a palpable difference

Where ever they are  at.