Swamp Child

Kneel before the rich black mud

the minty plants smell when bruised

she sees the double backed burden

spouting eggs into the brown tea water

shame gathers with the loaches at the bottom

as the dragonfly larvae pounce

and eat those who have just been born

the shadows hold no magic to her yet

Hands fly, she captures a creature

pulling its leg to keep it safe

pulling its leg to keep it there

She wants it there

but it wants to be returned to darkness.

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Martin Elder

Tue 16th Mar 2021 15:03

what a superb piece of poetry
Love it

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