Coils in agate

Like liquid agate rest the bottoms of the sea,
Like caves pressed down by the unending hammerstroke
Of waves struck green with sun; and deepest creatures here
Are bubbles left in moving coils in agate, and dart
As ribbons cut in light

Phoartry for Axton Clark’s “Deep sea” ~ read more

Photoshop Friday – making abstracts from photo edits whilst poetry provides the titles