Chrysaora Quinquecirrha

Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

Camouflaged and coruscating, 
skating in their see-through costumes, 
part of the ocean's bold militia, 
shuffling, you send them on their way.

Chrysaora Quinquecirrha, 
jellyfish abound and flounder 
'neath the surface smooth as glass, 
they pester and you're irritated,
epidermis penetrated,
howling, you hobble to the shore.

Deeper still the riptide churns, 
it's learned the tales of tragedy 
as you pursue the ocean blue 
with rubber rafts and play toys, 
do not cheat the warning buoy, 
listen for its tell-tale sounds, 
the bottom of the sea is out of bounds.