Age of the Sargasso tiger
I thought love was younger
yet it prowls through years
the swish not care or annoyance
a purring of sarcenet decades
in gentle stumble of loose wrack
the predator’s teeth at your throat
incisors anything and everything
the warm blood ungated
stripes on a wisdom tooth
all in cursive hand
drop the petals of spongy knap
the wind is growling
a whirligig of castanets
James Walton is an Australian poet published in newspapers, and many journals, and anthologies. Short listed twice for the ACU National Literature Prize, a double prize winner in the MPU International Poetry Prize, Specially Commended in The Welsh Poetry Competition – his collection ‘The Leviathan’s Apprentice’ was published in 2015.
Lovely write!
Thanks so much Sofia.
love the language…love the poem…thanks