Dinner at the beach


Reflected sunlight ends the breath
for us a dinner it’s a death
as silver fades on muscled scales,
to sizzling oil, from fin to tail, with garlic’s dressed

She serves me sunset with the wine
her hair is kelp, her breast the line
I follow, gaze, and while I wait
for food to fry, she smiles and baits me fore we dine.

But afterwards, we meet the moon,
a crescent spilled as silver spoons
on waves reminds me of the fish
we sacrificed, delicious dish, as life has gone.

Woman with fish by Aleksandra Ekster

Woman with fish by Aleksandra Ekster


Today Gayle introduces us to a form called florette at dVerse MTB, come join us at 3 PM EST when the bar opens.

November 19, 2015

24 responses to “Dinner at the beach

  1. This is about a mermaid who chooses to become a human (letting her fishy self die) for you. Or is it the other way around? Did she pull you under? It’s hard to tell sometimes.

    Very cool poem. I especially like the second stanza.

  2. Who livd, who died, who was sacrificed midst this superb florette? I, too, look to you for subtleties of the form; though I went with six quatrains.

  3. Clever and rife with sensuality. Sounds like a wonderful meal in all senses of the word. I thank the fish who sacrificed his life so this subtle and amazing poem could be written.

  4. I wait for food to fry
    she smiles and baits me fore we dine.

    She did not waste any time being the seductress. She had designs and that’s being clever. Great word craft Bjorn!

    Hank

  5. This is quite moving. Often one feels little flickers of sadness in the midst of a good time … perhaps because we know that good times pass or perhaps because we know that death is always near. – Perhaps both.

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