jelly fish, a poem

He took me to the coast and walked me past

The fair, the candyfloss, the arcade games,

And then he pulled me playfully

Inside the little sea life centre.

Dilapidated and unloved

But still it teemed with screaming kids.

I let him pay, it was a first date after all.

And then we entered underwater love,

Hand in hand as we travelled deeper, deeper

Into ocean halls.

He stopped in front of jelly fish

And stared at tentacles that changed with light

From blue, to yellow, to flaming red.

They’re my favourite, he said

Never peeling eyes from fish.

I watched in fascination

And as they drifted past the glass

In long and lazy undulating circles.

I realised probably

They were my favourite too.