Thursday, August 19, 2010

Poem: Sea Party

Let's hope people aren't really as bad as this poem portrays. It was originally published in The Linnet's Wings.


Sea Party

minnows swerve,
sweet sparkles of charm,

soft as anemones,
sneaky as fronds--

then crude
from obscene jaws,
wide as a sperm whale’s,

or defensive as crabshell
over wet martinis
on the rocks.

feast on the angst
in the claws,

cracking their sarcasm,
blending it with roe
or salmon paté,

as night lists
and shadows crowd out surface.
hints of wolf eel
and shark.


  1. Folks as bad? No. They're even worse. But I'm not worse and you're an owl (so you're already excused). But I like owls. They are wise. Or so it was written in my ABC book: O is for Owl a wise bird.
    Best of bardic,

  2. I have a working hypothesis that the answers to all worthy questions are presented quite obviously in children's books somewhere.

    Dr. Suess's "The Lorax" being a prime example.

    Unfortunately, I am not one of those evolutionarily successful owls, whose lineage dates back 65 million years. Hence, the "Wise" appellation doesn't apply to me.