Land from the lineup - Acrylic on cloth #21

Sandwood Shoreline

A dull morning dredged you up,
this morsel of the tide.
You shed the viscous oil of night,
rub the salty rime from ancient eyes
and then you flail about,
do folds of flesh hide gills?

I might cast your battery south
snuff the wick with fingers rough
and be called at once below,
scorned by lidless eyes aglow,
stretched to pay on racks of bone,
for you span decades in a leap.

Two in the Dew - 1968 by Bilbo/2008 by Bro

Bogangar Sundown Acrylic/Chalk on paper #32