removing myself, and taking me away
today: i drowned
't'was the fish,' says the octopus
but nothing, i am led astray
under water, aqua bubble air
't'was the octopus,' says the fish,
and pulling away, i drowned
but grew gills and scales
like the fish, and swam
(i am a mermaid now)
i swam with the fish
and shook many hands with the octopus
they ask me to afternoon tea
the fish comments: 'the octopus
would have married me
had i a finger for a ring.'
and the octopus is again flirting with the seahorse
i pick at my scales -so shimmery-
and the fish blubbers,
(look at his face)
'fish has never quite gotten over me'
says octopus, seahorse blows bubbles
and tosses her head.
the water is shattered and flickers
i watch the rain from the seabed
and the surface is prickled a gazillion times
(they're much like falling stars
raindrops on seaheads)
(15th February 2014)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
