jingle jingle!

jingle jingle!

22.4.16

BABY SEAHORSES































 










Incubated

in your father’s pouch,

two hundred born over a few days,

some less than the length

of a fingernail,

you are such fragile trembling things,

such slender horses.



Tiny fins beating,

thirty times every second,

you are all mating for life

surrounded by danger

and polluted worlds.



Cowering in coral reefs and mangroves,

taken for mere souvenirs

and man’s crazed schemes,

twenty million of you are lost every year.



Tiny heartbeats,

please hold on tight

to the whispering sea-grass.



This grieving world,

this messed up planet,

needs your precious sensitivity,

needs your watery beauty



more than ever.









KEITH ARMSTRONG

the jingling geordie

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whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur