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Wooden pillars squeak in the afternoon wind
Waters slap against the shore
Not angrily but without end
Bleached bright pier reflects the sun
Man holds his pole on a “No Fishing” sign
Like a catch would have been fun
The sky so tantalizing blue
It fools you into thinking
The water is too
The sun also plays games with your mind
Shimmering off the murk...
Monday 18th October 2021 1:15 am
kraken
kraken
leviathan
rusty bones
supporting hide
of rotting wood
the pungent smell
of seaweed
digesting
long dead things
its aged frame
crawls ashore
clicking like
fighting crabs
groaning
exertions
sand sloughing
from its skin
primordial
grey skies
clinging mist
clothing it
in gloom
a thousand
scrabbling legs
gripping claws
taking root
heaving carcass
to the shore
Friday 19th September 2014 7:28 pm
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