The She-Whale

Gorged, full-bellied,
The bloated She-whale lies
On a bed of roses.
Thorns prick her sides,
But her lover
Lies
Heavy-lidded.
He doesn't see, and he doesn't fear,
And because it doesn't hurt (him)
He books another year;
But the She-whale
Floats
Belly-up to the surface,
Because he didn't catch her.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 29th Apr 2021 09:00

Thank you Nigel for your poetic response 🌷

Is it really coincidence that the flower that is synonymous with romantic love is the only one with thorns, or is it that we only know it is really romantic love when there has been a struggle to obtain it?

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Nigel Astell

Thu 29th Apr 2021 01:30

Bloody red roses
each in turn
float badly wounded
bleeding his love.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Tue 27th Apr 2021 19:17

Thank you to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem 💐

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