kraken
kraken
leviathan
rusty bones
supporting hide
of rotting wood
the pungent smell
of seaweed
digesting
long dead things
its aged frame
crawls ashore
clicking like
fighting crabs
groaning
exertions
sand sloughing
from its skin
primordial
grey skies
clinging mist
clothing it
in gloom
a thousand
scrabbling legs
gripping claws
taking root
heaving carcass
to the shore
drawn by
the aromas
of candy floss
hot dogs
and donuts
jaws gape
engulfing
lovers
holding hands
embracing
beneath
its frame
the drip
drip
drip
of saline
blood
pools
she whispers
kiss me
quick
and the
sleeping
kraken
wakes
Inspired By: photograph by Richard Nixon (c) Rich Pictures
Ian Whiteley
Tue 14th Oct 2014 19:25
thanks for the kind comment on 'kraken' Laura - sorry I've taken a while to get back to you - thought I'd responded, but obviously that was on facebook - so here's the WOL response :-) cheers