On first sight, I see that the surf rolls up light like rice into sushi and that the disingenuous sun has one bright blade dissecting sea from sky. I see that the clouds puff darker grey on the broad cheek nearest to the headland’s blunt fist. I see it all. But when I come again with intent to save the world the sea is glossy, brylcreem slick and in its oily mirror, I find a different story of deep tumult far beneath the surface: the washed rainbows of tuna flanks, swimming hard from aluminium prisons.
Written for Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Writing Prompt “beneath the surface”
That second stanza caught me quite by surprise. Brilliant turn of mood.
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Thanks!
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Both stand out verses. Beautiful imagery again, and what a contrast!
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Many thanks!!! 🙂
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Love the second stanza!
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Thanks, Bob
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You had me at “brylcreem!” (As a little kid, I had that junk put in my hair against my will and I hated it! 😀 ) This poem is a primer on how to create surreal imagery. You’re an artisan with words. Just incredible stuff. 🙂
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Many thanks. You’re an artisan with nice comments!! 🙂
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