Siphonophorae (jellyfish)

a serrated wind carves the bay
the ice salt not solid
sheeting by silver
her running halo
narrow, wild, and old
the Grey-eyed Daughter
her jewels
stud the sand

in an all-pearl place
shocking rose, lace,
hyacinth curls, gellid
glass of frost
all lost for stones
her veil runs north

in pallid crystal trails
across the strand

Her Names

Last Call at the Owl