too much deep-ends
upon
a dead eel
burrowed
blazed with pain
(slaughter)
beside the vile
sick one
Eel an red mullet by Edouard Manet
I had to do another one inspired by The read wheelbarrow at toads. Mostly for fun, and yes I broke the rules slightly.
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I’ve always had problems with eel – all the bones, I think. >
love the double entendre of the opening – you got so much from so little slaughter/sickness and the sadness that the eel never made it to the deep Saragossa sea of its destiny
Sorry, but the only word I can think of is, “cool”. That’s what this is to me!
Brilliant Ekphrastik, Bjorn! There’s a sadness to this…wish they could have lived out their lives…in the deep.
Reads like a metaphor for life!
Something is fishy here… 😉
Eel could be, here, a metaphor for so many things. There is struggle, pain, unfulfillment…
Not very appetizing – either words or photo. Smiles!
Oh my, painful visually and poetically… Life can certainly be that way at times
This is full of dark metaphor, Well done, Bjorn. 🙂 — Suzanne
I love the broken rules. Sharp take on the picture.
Now, it’s sounds like a fable, I like it.
Breaking rules .. the end result is deep, dark.
Yikes