Thursday, August 19, 2010

Poem: Sea Party

Originally published in The Linnet's Wings

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Sea Party

 

minnows swerve,

sweet sparkles of charm,

shoal quick,

 

a gossip soft as anemones,

sneaky as fronds.

 

crude then,

from obscene jaws,

wide as sperm whale,

 

or defensive as crab shell

over wet martinis

on the rocks.

 

tentacles feast

on the angst in the claws,

cracking their sarcasm

 

to blend it with roe

or salmon pâté.

 

night soon lists.

shadows

crowd out surface.

 

hints of wolf eel

and shark.



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2 comments:

  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,
    gwilym

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  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.

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