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October 8, 2005
A late entrant for National Poetry Day
I was in London for NPD, so missed the thrill of throwing some lit up on screen.
So to make up for it I'll put up one of my own for you all to mock.
Full Fathom Fried
Full fathom on the number five bus sits Mr Weston,
Silvery-scaled hands clutching his ticket,
Now discarded, washed up at my feet as he disembarks.
I enter his shop sometimes, for haddock,
Smoked yellow as Ishmael, no shiny sea-lined skin
To chill the blood. He looks at me with some disdain
And sinking behind the John Dory, fades,
Face billowing with the current of counter glass.
Under his pearly gaze, old ladies shoal,
Skinned of heavy legs and coats, sirens in their element.
A flick of glimmering tail, green metal,
And they glide past coral zimmer frames for their weekly cod.
He lucks in the shadows, teeth glinting white,
Then strikes, a pike amongst stickleback.
Scattering, they stare amazed at the pound of salmon
Wrapped at the dark bottom of their plastic carrier bag.
Posted by scumkitten at October 8, 2005 5:28 PM
Comments
i like it. i like it a lot.
Posted by: purlpower at October 9, 2005 6:40 PM
Very cool Skitten!
Posted by: glittrgirl at October 11, 2005 12:28 AM
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