Mr. Skoulikaris' earthly expertize

like  dolphins, ballet beneath the seas'.

A synchronized swimmer of the soil,

his elongated torso coils, curves,

graceful and fluid through tuberous roots

and seedlings. Aerating, preparing the soil

for delicate tendrils to permeate

on their journey. Photosynthesis,

ultimate metamorphosis to saturate earth

that we might feast our eyes.

 

Mr. Skoulikaris, a common species

loving humidity of warmth and rain,

busy work never done.

Unlike mad dogs and English men,

is rarely seen out in the mid-day sun

until...

a fisherman comes his way

carrying sawdust, bucket and spade.

Poor Mr. Skoulikaris.

A fisherman decides his fate.

 

 

 

This is one i wrote last year and was inspired by a Greek man i met who told me that his surname, Skoulikaris, means 'worm' in English.

Please excuse if you've read it before but i know there are many here now who haven't .  Janet.x