A word wrestles between twisted lips,
eyes are sunken like two wrecked ships
and her nose erupts from a festering face.
Dragging behind her a fisherman’s net,
hauntingly humming the Flower Duet,
she staggers along the pitch-black shore.
Studded with limpets and barnacles,
lashed with seaweed and pinned with corals,
she’s draped in a lacy wedding dress.
Buffeted by the power of spume,
she trips, stumbles and shrieks: ‘Groom!’
thrusts a salty finger into space.
Her putrid breath carries on a stiff sea breeze,
winds like a mist around storm-bent trees.
She returns to the sea with a screech and a groan,
terrified of what’s hidden behind the dunes –
the brilliant light of a harvest moon.
Kim M. Russell, 26th October 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Out of Standard: Creature Feature also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Isy welcomes us back to the Out of Standard and calls upon our highest poetic powers to go beyond the ordinary and conjure up something unexpected. She has shared with us a picture of Cut Face Cove, home to the most haunted shores in northern Minnesota. Some claim ghosts of fishermen wail along to its lapping water. Others speak of sea monsters. Some still insist on werewolves.
Our job is to conjure up a monster that lives here and write a poem about it, following this recipe. Our monsters must:
- Be dressed in something unexpected.
- Have a favourite song to sooth their rage.
- Know only one word.
- Be very afraid of something commonplace.