Short Crawfish Poems
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Tear the thin membrane.
Suck the juices from within.
Pinch the tail and eat.
By Robb A. Kopp
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Crude serpent of oil
Crawfish caught in its black coil
Our earth determined to spoil
By Robb A. Kopp
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Curried crawfish tails hors d'oeuvre
Moules mariniere
Fresh oysters au naturel
Some shrimp canapes
and lobster croquettes
Out fishing
Huh !
Louisiana Cajuns
Eatin' hot cornbread,
Chompin' aligator tail
And suckin' crawfish heads.
Eatin' jambalaya
And gumbo stew:
Gourmand, Sunday dinner,
On the old bayou.
Form:
reclusive hairy man is shy
hides out in secluded parts of Alaska wilderness
lives on mussels and crawfish
part of an ancient cryptid race
creeps up to igloos at night
peers in at children
inserting his ways into their nightmares
There’s crustaceans in my rations,
And the krill are in my pills.
There’s a prawn on my lawn,
And all this gives me chills.
There’s an oyster who is cloistered
With a crawfish in a dish,
But the shrimp is on the barbie,
And that’s what gives me thrills.
It all starts with the cornbread
buttermilk, of course
seared in an iron skillet
crunchy outer crust
southern tradition
slap-your-mom
good!
Crawfish, Andouille sausage,
crumbled up cornbread,
onions, celery, apples,
cranberries, pecans,
cinnamon and sage,
moistened and
baked!
Wading in a branch
trickling slowly along to the ocean.
Smell of decaying leaves and honeysuckle in the air.
Tadpoles, crawfish swimming by toes in Swift creek.
River otter curiously watching
the boys playing, splashing in the water
on a hot August day.
Bream jumping, splashing
Trying to remove the land creatures
From their watery domain.
As far as I can see
This wet was meant to be
like the dew on flowers
like the ocean for fish
like river for crawfish
I feel so good and free
I get so wet, so wet
from head to toe I know
I tremble and quivver
I linger and linger
under the fountain stay
soaking up this freshness
feeling out of control
enjoying the cold heat
Every drop, every beat
My imagination
of love spread out like sea
you and me together
this love was meant to be
Dive deep
into my inner place
once more, maybe twice.
Fly while standing still,
as I did before
I learned the truth.
Lose myself in painting
to the point of no breath
or thought beyond the canvas.
Write with abandon
about heart, butterflies,
and her fierce beauty.
Walk among white marble tombs,
eat crawfish jambalaya,
dance the zydeco.
One more glass of wine,
just the one...
Any more and I’m lost.
Never lose myself again
to the blackness
of no memory.