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“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)




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