Atoll

[Johntee]

Then I am pleased to be your supplier (of reads that is)

[Sister Greed]

Johntee, I do enjoy your poetry.

[Johntee]

These are even less well
played as Kyoka which (following MHenry's prompt to
Kujaku Ships & Poetry blog/website of Chesapeake Bay poet M. Kei.)
are supposed to come with wit. (I've had to borrow Bob Grant's)


.Atoll (kyoka?)


So I read the screed,

no anchorage found

swung lead pulls up sand

a spy glass for the blind

oystered pearl coral bound.


Oysters with true grit's

unscratchable itch give it

nacreous embodiment,

the pearl handled threat

a knife to make the split


In Nippon


Lake Biwa pearls fresh

farmed three years

to adorn

scorn

the sphere.


Just Eat


Tongue teeth cheek chew,

rumination turns on nip

interlaced with tuck

misplaced

a bitten lip.