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She had the longest beard…
Between the hair of the ocean floor
swaying in the Gulf stream
he saw her, big with the longest beard
she was the most beautiful he had ever seen
open, watching him as he responded
his little heart beat fast as he moved towards her
her gills quivering, ready for her chosen mate
she called to him, my name is Mytilusa
his hinge ligament going faster
love at first sight, he couldn't believe his luck
for this moment he had waited
totally sea star struck
she slowly closed, the saddest wave she gave
he was so close when they heard the rumble
the trawler scooped her up in its net
everything on the ocean floor in a tumble
he retreated into his lonely, tight shell
she, gone to be dinner on someone's plate
broken by his loss, he lay down in front of a predator
the delighted crab promptly ate
with his true love, his mate, he chose to share a similar fate…
feedback van andere lezers- ivo
het klinkt magisch tragisch mooi (voor zover ik het verstaan heb, want het Engels is wel heel cryptisch voor me)
killea: Yes, two mussels - tragic
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j - martine
emotievol deze liefdesstory neergezet
killea: Thank you, Martine
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j - drebddronefish
Lovely and kinda funny too june
greets
killea: glad you enjoyed it.
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j - jan
I ate her yesterday, she tasted like the sea,
delicious poem June!
xxx
j
killea: Yes, and I ate a few of her relatives yesterday.
ha ha.
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j - tessy
prachtig june, ik ben net geinviteerd om dinsdag mosselen te gaan eten, ik kan je vertellen ze zullen niet smaken :-)
killea: ha ha
xx
j
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