I grew up to the sound-
track of waves
all around
this tiny little island
where trees offer
cool shade and fruit
of the brightest colours
the one setback was the sharks
that lurked in the water
and fed on my family
bled it dry
drop
by
drop
until it was just me
in the shack
beneath the mango tree
I sharpened a harpoon
and bided my time
to spear a shark on my line
but a storm raged all night
and I awoke to a row
of sharp shark teeth
a necklace along the shore
of this tiny little island
natural karma
Kim M. Russell, 20th November 2019

I originally wrote this as an ekphrastic poem for this month’s Visual Verse, but it didn’t make the selection. I’m linking it as my second poem to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Surrealism in Poetry.
I like that final image of the shark teeth necklace. (K)
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“Natural karma’- wow. Excellent!
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Thank, Linda!
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This felt like a cruel destiny…
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I can feel that too…
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I get a different meaning every time I read it. I guess this makes it successfully surreal!
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I like that necklace of teeth as natural karma.
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Thank you, Frank.
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Wow this is really awesome!! loved it!
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Thank you!
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