A Smile of Northern Seas

Who is this beauty
drifting toward me?

She sways like kelp,
pushed by the waves.

Help!

She snaps like reeds,
blown by breezes
coughed from the throats
of deep sea beasts,
as if Old Kraken
rose, crested,
and then sneezed.

Crystal-shine from ice,
crusting her Scaly Smile
of Northern Seas.

Oh God…

how her heat freezes.

Pale skin, corpse-thing,
lacking oxygen,
so she’s blue and not floating.

She’s sunken.

I’m sinking.

I put my hands against
her shoulders
and push away,
retreating,
but the jagged-razor coral
of her fingertips
leaves their slits
in my throat
where the tiniest fishes
can swim, feast,

and play.

Then I realized
that she was not
a thinking thing,
nor even a ‘she,’
but a mindless creature
of the deep,
whose ink and spots
would flow and leak
to mimic a thing
that would cause
no second thought,
nor the slightest pause
as I offered myself
for it to eat.


©️ CGT, 2019.

12 thoughts on “A Smile of Northern Seas

  1. Oh… my… goodness. This is easily one of the best things I’ve ever read from you so far. It’s…. perfect. I wish you’d put out a whole book of poetry. I need that in my life.

    1. Thank you for the kind words. I do want to do a book, but I want to be an original thematic work. I suppose I need a theme… hmm.

      1. I want it to be 200 poems with an ocean theme. There. Problem solved. I will also be the first person to purchase it.

      2. Hah. I’ve been trying to lock down my idea. It’s forming more slowly than usual

      3. I think I’ll extrapolate the mythology of “From Ancient Oak” for this project. That seems fun.

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