Sample poem

 

Oystercatchers

They’re commoner now. Since the crash
you see them flocking together,
demanding their rights. ‘Me, me, me!’
But these sharp-suited opportunists
have come down in the world.
See those blood-shot eyes?
That’s from slumming it with the hoi-polloi,
grubbing for existence, turning over rocks
to see what crawls out. They’re forced to live
on a diet of worms when what they crave
is the salt-slip of shellfish.
But there’s not an oyster to be had.
‘Not a single f* * *ing oyster!’

 

© Barbara Lennox 2017

 

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