Out at Me
You take me out at high
noon to the flat pools of Moffat
beach where rocks yawn
like warm honeycombs
or wasp’s nests smacked
from rafters with a broom
I pluck black and white
sea critters from pools, blow
coolly on puckered lips
of their shells to see pink
sherbet claws flitter out
delicate as eyelashes
Such curious eyes staring
out at me
You tell me not to hold
him above water for long
or he’ll dry up and die
I put him back, find instead
a snapped fishing line nearby
with an iridescent lure tied
to the end. It looks like
a wide-eyed sardine poking
out a grappling hook tongue
Such a furious eye tearing
into me.
- © Sean West 2020
In 2019, Sean was shortlisted for the Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize. His work has appeared in StylusLit, Stilts Journal, and Baby Teeth Journal, among others. He lives in Brisbane and you can find him at www.callmemariah.com.
2 comments:
I really enjoyed this, Sean
Thank you, Robert! So glad you liked it
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