Moon Jellies

Sheri Fresonke Harper
Simple-celled are we.
Our death has place in legend,
our birth begun in stone's time.
We are beauteous sting,
propelled throughout seas,
translucent without spine.

Our pulsating innocence in tune
with gravel-throated baritones.
We intone crashes
of white-crested breakers,
drum thrall of sea.

We lunar medusa-queens
lure
all that may be eaten,
with tenuous tendrils
into our fluorescing cavity.

Fear us then, within,
where breath is contained,
where vanity gives way
to terrible mortality. When
decapitated and incorporeal,
our glance turns heroes to stone.

Published by Sheri Fresonke Harper

Sheri works as a freelance writer, novelist and poet. She worked in the aviation industry at the Port of Seattle and Boeing Company for 20 years as a systems analyst/architect where she edited and wrote over...   View profile

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  • Steven West 6/21/2009

    Excellent poem. Very visual and richly written.

  • Michael Segers 6/16/2009

    :~}

  • Cherie Bowser 6/15/2009

    Great!!

  • Greenhill 6/15/2009

    Excellent!!

  • Carol Roach 6/15/2009

    again another great one, I don't spend enough time on poetry, even though people assure me I am a poet, I really have to be in the mood for it.

  • jayanti raman 6/14/2009

    Great one!

  • Christine Zibas 6/14/2009

    This is an awesome poem. I know these jelly fish and you have captivated them perfectly, as well as including some mythic qualities that takes your writing to a new level entirely. Wow.

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