Fading

A Jellyfish prompt poem

We soared through the sea, my sisters and I dancing with the boys who came swimming by.

Happily together we moved as one but now I am alone, the bloom has gone.

I felt something snag, my tentacles caught, the sea is vast and is with danger fraught.

Growing weaker, I could go on no more, and so I washed up alone on this shore.

Fading now, I am not meant for this land, and I do not like the feel of this sand.

I feel the thundering of nearby feet and remember the bloom as Death I greet.

© Melissa Speed