Sea Monster
Ocean brine;
fluid lines
meld its seaweed scars
in sand dune time.
Its eyes seek surf,
seep oxygen and sky.
From scores of tadpole tails,
whirlpools arrive.
A small ship lilts in
shallow water. The monster
listens to sailors sleep
locked inside soft shells.
Later, resurfaces on rock.
Ten-thousand molecules
of moon mottled on red fins;
the splinters of life boats.
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Nice work, Angel. I particularly like:
meld its seaweed scars
in sand dune time.
and
Ten-thousand molecules
of moon mottled on red fins;
This reminds me of one of your stories. You set up the situation and never say a word what happens. The last stanza says it all.
“Ten-thousand molecules
of moon mottled on red fins;
the splinters of life boats.”
Bad sea monster. Bad. 😉 My favorite line was this
“Its eyes seek surf,
seep oxygen and sky.”
Just a great visual, and it gives it almost a peaceful flair.
Love your work, Zapata. So glad you are here.
Wicked excellent Angel – such a great sense of sound and flow.
Sean