The Sea’s waves
Fat
Heavy with the Moon’s oily light
Moon glow seaside Bundoran
Ginger rimmed
Caked in winter’s corona of cloudy night
The town glows too
From above seen
The waves take on the pores
Of skin swept sea
All held firm this
Extra
Given
Night
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I love this poem and the how it is like a wave of words!
I likened this poem to a Tsunami of etymology.
As if looking down at a seaside town through the fog. I like it
A gem! I love this phrase: “The waves take on the pores Of skin swept sea…”
We sail.
The chosen words, the flow, the rhythm, just right.