Kraken
In sunny days of joy we climbed aboard,
Wide eyed, Wellingtons and Duffels.
Sat on salty varnished benches,
handed weighted feathers and orange string.
Kraken was the one to know,
Six fish on a line would show you so.
We honed our skills in Girl Pats arms,
Whilst humble feasts defined us.
Okanagan knew the score!
With turbo knives and plunging boom,
we danced with butterflies and doom.
In summers ever after.
Under Krakens watchful eye
We kissed and tryst and laughed and lost,
Daring feats with exploration,
the ties we bound would save us.
Kraken whisked us in a party
Juggling fiery wit, and poison.
I pranced and posed and shivered fools,
Okanagan then was dead.
Days defined by those that tread upon them,
this day was one of those.
Mourning, heavy, thick and slow.
Crowds, a blurring backdrop.
Of course Kraken came to sooth us,
we floated in her arms.
With petals and dust, my heroes troubled soul alighted,
Returning to the sea.
A smile, a knowing nudge and nod, it brightened.
There’s much more than this, you’ll see.
Copyright © Simon Lavers | Year Posted 2018
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