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On the rocks

On the rocks
we found anemones
like blood clots.
Viscous crimson lumps,
they clung to the under
belly of jagged black
edges like early
miscarriages.

Crabs scuttled
as we disturbed
their damp craggy dens
and dead jellyfish
lay like prehistoric
pink satellite dishes,
burst and dishevelled,
otherworldly.

Patricia Ace

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