Floating
engulfed in penny light

the coppery-brine amalgamation penetrates my mouth
swallowing
viscous globe of blood-riddled ***

the shards of shell
spines split by the tide
echo my sentiments

current eschews shallow alluvial grave
cognizant cicumvolution
ambient gyre
diffuses carapace shrapnel into my calves

gulls enigmatically screech-stripped
slap briny padded patterns into the shoreline
pausing only upon my primal glottal stop

toes curl about inundated sand
clouting divets shift
dilatory run – slammed inert by invariable wave

cochineal effluvium plumes lilt
crepuscular rays refract further distortions

Neath the water I blindly ***** my body
Ridged projections jut from smoothed flesh
Puckering at my own touch

I sink beneath atmosphere
liquescent folds embrace promptly
I drop beneath chaos

Bare palm dig into viscid terrain
rung after rung demanding presence into the depths
I claw forth onto a sand bar

emerging
shard flanked form
eyes blazing
cuticles numb

pulse flit
patina of blood and grit

Fulgent tread propels
Upon shore
I walk back to my residence
A warrior - mortal
plated in copper and brine

A few short weeks of crippling winter.
Lips that bite.
Feet that slip.
Starts with frost.
"Hello Jack".

Rouged cheeks.
Stranded in spots.
Forwards.
Backwards.
Sideways skid.
Always cold
Got the hots for blizzards and most wintry weathers.

Who needs to wrap up well in the 'hood.
Wintery weather.
Profoundly good.
Thickest coat with furry hood.
It's great because you pile on clothes
Keen to beat the bitter cold.
is magnificent.
Feeling alive.
The colour of the clouting cold.
Heavy bundled a strolling clothes horse.
Nose running, loving winter *******.
(c)Livvi