poetry, writing

Jellyfish: a prose poem

There were lots of little jellyfish in the Clyde yesterday. Little purple puffs like clouds. What do you call loads of jellyfish?

Fish are schools. Or shoals if it’s social. So swimming in the same direction is school, finning out together is shoaling. So is a load of sharks together the big school, the high school, the apex school?

What do you call loads of jellyfish? A smack of jellyfish. Or a bloom. I like smack – like the whip of a sting or the pucker of a kiss. A bloom is beautiful, purple petals among the seaweed. But I could only smell the seaweed.

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