On the square between the sweet shop and our garden fence,
a pair of squids the kids had left for me to find.
(How could the kids! Why can't they stick to pretty things?)
They raised their ping pong ball-eyed heads as I went by,
then drawing themselves up to their full heights,
looked down at me; he from thirty five feet in the air
and she from forty three. Then sensing in my tortured gait
my urgent need for a fine prompt, they challenged me
to find my inspiration in their squidgy forms.
"Take your pick," said he, "and did you know that we can fly?"
"Short distances," said she," out of the water and back in!"
Then he and she each waved their ten arms and two tentacles
as though gesticulating some great memorandum
to the world. But Oh, the horror that I saw! Along each arm,
along each tentacle, a thousand suction cups on waving stalks
and round each cup a ring of fine, white, sharp and spiny teeth.
The square just now 's a battle ground. No, something surgical,
a disemboweling of the earth, with plastic barriers
to keep out germs, deep holes and excavating vehicles
exposing water mains and sewer pipes beside the
almost human piles of clay that bleed their fluids back
into their bodies' cavities. All meat and drink to squids,
but far from what I'd had in mind - far as Eden is from hell.
They must have caught my look of horror, for they disappeared.
How did they work that trick?Their skin is wrapped in
things - chromatophores - for changing colour. Easy peasy
then to vanish when a predator appears. And did I then
depart with prompts galore to try on my next project. One.
It's this: when deadlines loom and inspiration goes AWOL
before you write, you fill your pen with ink that vanishes.
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14 comments:
hi mr dave i have read the beautiful thoughts of yours its great, keep it up.the writing of a person really depicts that what is running inside a person's mind.And these thoughts really shows that you are a literal mind person,and hope you will give response back.thanks for sharing.
I'm a great fan of cephalopod poems! And this one made me grin.
Dave,
A marvel way of getting your prompts. I wonder if I would ever get them that way!
Hank
Love this one... the kids' mischief winds through.
haha this was was so cute Dave!
Inspiration from squids, huh? In our family, we just eat them! Calamari-yum!
So different from your more sombre and serious writing. Such whimsy...who knew?
Well written and very enjoyable :-).
Seriously, Dave, Wherever ELSE would I go for inspiration? Do they let you out in public often?
I love it. Yes, ask a squid...and hope they are communicating. LOL.
I don't know, some how I was expecting bling on those squid ...
fun poem Mr King
Isabel x
All
Humble apologies all round. In my chaotic attempts to catch up this week, I somehow missed this one altogether. A great set of replies and all very much appreciated. Thank you all.
Cute and clever!
I missed this one (I keep doing that lately!)
Great fun - but aren't you brave, facing up to those huge creatures?
Now, back to where I was. Where was I?
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