The Mollusc and the Pebble

Past mermaid's purse and bladderwrack
she sails in on the Easter tide
The oyster moon's night sky a-strew
with cloud and wind-flung bric-a-brac

Above her ghastly spectres glide,
bloodthirsty eyes and raucous hue
The shingles save her from attack
below the pier's dark underside

Safe anchorage just out of view
amongst the gravelled grey and black
With cobble'd consort by her side
she stays and makes her home anew

...

They lived their life clasped back to back
And when the fragile molusc died
her pebble's flint heart split in two
As sand they joined the living brack