Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

A hermit crab


'If I was a hermit crab,
In a shallow rock-pool'
'I'd be contented as can be.
This; distance from the sea.'

'Everything, else would be.
Superfluous to me…?
There'd be no reefs—See'
Either above or below me…

'I could be that great-White.
Abiding without; inherit fear!
I'd maroon portions of time,
No one else could near.'

'Solitude would be mine.
But oh so lovingly my dear...
I'd call this heavenly coastline!
Ours; and heavenly …I'd steer.'

'Sideways …on pins and claws
Love I'd be the happiest crab!
Listening to the seagulls guffaws…
A clubfoot, amputee!
It wouldn't matter to this devotee.'

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014

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