Sunday, 19 April 2020

Flying Fish

A 2020 poem


Like an exocet missile he tears open the sky
Hovering low, undetected and undetectable
Your defences are down
It’s been a long time coming
Slowly chipping away at love
Your lifeboat had better be working


Here a complaint
There a grumble
Here a slammed door
There a shout 
Here a night out with the boys
There a neglected kiss


Cold fish
Smelly fish
Flirty fish
Flying fish


Don’t be angry
Be love
This missile
Dismissal
Blind the radar
Save yourselves


unsplash-logoEric Ward

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