Charlotte Henson


Coelacanth - Poem by Charlotte Henson

It was dead, what they shared,
And he realized it as much as she.

With love like the coelacanth, gone
Was the small butterfly that once nestled in their breast pocket,
Occasionally fluttering its wings in a dizzy dance.
The fossil of their relationship was
Far more easily located than a living specimen nowadays.
Now, loud nights spent tearing into each others' ego
As a lion does its prey and as the two stand on a pier,
Even now she is circling, waiting for his next mistake.

But for a second, a dark glance on the seafloor.
Beneath, the coelacanth made a steady process,
Huge, and rested directly beneath them.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A spare bit of info: a coelacanth is an extremely rare fish. So rare, in fact, that they found fossils were found before living specimens. They are known as 'living dinosaurs' because they've barely evolved since the Jurassic age.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012



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