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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Pearl Diving” (Part 2) Angel fish are pretty, but they’re boring that’s they’re lot the Man O War is far too flashy, frivilous, Octupi are too touchy feely always begging for the real thing way too early, the Dolphins always laugh out loud, they’re overly boisterous show-offs always trying to call the shots; perhaps she’s best off lying in her Clamshell tight and small for she is understanding now the Clamshell has cast a spell o’er her to stop all creatures in the deep from hijacking her magic powers. It’s comfortable and very warm, no need to leave her purse, how could she leave what’s she’s only ever known behind; better to sleep forever with the Clamshell as her nurse... dream her dreams, keep very still - it couldn’t get much worse. She’s shiny and she’s aged just right the Clamshell protects her from the light, she’s not a real jewel anymore she’s a bottled up narcotic bright, a little white pill zipped up in her hardened purse to numb out all that sunken hurt. He swims down to get a deeper look the sunlight now dappling through the hottest deepest lure of blue thrashes his legs much harder now to get the closest view. He sees the sharks surrounding her he checks his dorsal fin he’s now become a predator and she his treasure there within, to somehow prize and shuck her from her clammy milky mucous shell. Such a beautiful sin he grinned and thought for a nano-second, “Maybe I can win”. Somewhere in the distance from the surface way up above, he hears a mermaid call down to him, her silky voice enticing him, her echolocation surrounding him, through all those other fish making such a blasted bubbly din, “It’s mine.” the voice whispers mysteriously in his ears, “ I’m playing this, it's mine, a life to win”. (Lovejoy-Burton/ December 2017) "Aqualung", Morcheeba https://youtu.be/xxHL5szgThQ
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