Shell Station

Shell loyalty card?
No, I say.

Coffee? Muffin? Chocolate?
Nay, nay, thrice nay.

I try to hide
from his disappointed eyes
and sheepishly,
almost goatishly,
avert my gaze.

I take my receipt.
Have a nice day he says.



🐚



On a distant twilight coast,

famous for the beauty

and the variety

of the plastic bottles

washed up on its shores,

middleaged mermen perch on rocks,

knit nautical socks

and snack on pasties

of sea kelp and shrimp.

 

Beachcombing in the gloaming,

the bounteous sea

rewards my loyalty.

 

I pick up a spiral conch shell,

hold it to my ear

and listen to the sounds

of the motorway.

 

B.R. 07/05/2018

 

 

 

 



The Fish People throw some serious shapes in a still from Doctor Who - The Underwater Menace (1967)