Love Song of A Sea Urchin (at the request of Mr Alexy)
I, sooty hedgehog of the sea-street,
prickly pear of drowned deserts
need you to dive to the rescue, scoop up
my yolky goodness, lick me off your picnic spoon.
Squid-ink me your grafitti on white cliffs
with shaky cartilage pen: 'My sea-wise urchin,
beggar for a poet's words, I shall return
to smooth Sardinian beaches for your thorny love.'
:)
Aisha
4 Comments:
Oh no, not another Sardinian beach!!!
I like the playful nature of this poem, although as I recall, finding the sand was sometimes a rocky proposal.
HW
Aish,
Love this. It belongs on the other blog too, I think. Just a thought re: the last line--try "thy thorny love" and see how it sounds. I don't know why that came to mind or if it fits, but it's the only "nit" I have. Is this recent? Great to read you.
RT
Lori will remember-- on a beach we went to in Sardinia, -- a long descent, kinda sandy and small -- a family were plunging in for sea urchins, opening them on the cliffs and eating the golden inside with plastic spoons :)
ah, a many-layered poem, well done...and congrats on having it published!!
Jerry
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