She had that
octopus smile,
always reaching for
something.
I was her small
fish; her handmaid.
I lived in her nebulous
world for far too long.
Inky confusion...
There's a reason for
your treason, said the
old man to the shark,
but Hem forgot, a beast
is a beast, they do
beastly things.
We all have to eat.
I'm done being the
meal.
It's your Ocean,
I'm just trying to
swim in it.
You're an oyster,
and I want your
pearl,
but I won't drown
for it.
A beautiful poem full of metaphors and compelling images. Masterfully woven.
I was nearly a meal for a shark once, it still raises the hair at the back of my neck, yes it's their ocean we swim in it at our peril. A good 5*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant work, Thomas!