Field guide No. 1331
Mussels applauding on dry gravel
Tough crowd, tough shells
A bed of mussels lies open on dry gravel, each with small pale hands inside clapping. Nobody has told them what for.
Field noteMussel shells open on small white hands that clap with nothing to cheer.
Also possible, also breaking category
Zest expressTrains take whatever body you weld onto them. Citrus is a livery, not a paradox.
The kitchen holds its breathA dust sheet over a kitchen is housekeeping. One with eyes is a ghost costume for a room.
Silver fish stream through a giantSmall fish stream along the body of a much larger fish. The shoal has found an efficient commute.
Skyward anchor in the marshAn iron anchor hangs where a reed would carry its seed head. It holds the sky in place.