The Scylla,

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At last the Kraken awakes in waves

Of towering seas and air that shakes.

A hungry colossal octopus drops

Like a cephalopod sea-monster

Into your dreams of Norse sagas

Of giant size casting cliffs into seas

Roaring fiery folklore like screaming

Yarns and pen and wash drawings

Of giant squid inking their way into

Nightmares of sheer size bamboozling

Exhausted eyes into seeing the dread rise

From the watery graves of the watery dead

Listen to the klaxon, full steam ahead.



◄ Pain

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Fri 8th Feb 2019 13:19

John this is wonderous.

Such descriptive words, such atmosphere.

This is a colossal poem.


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