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Crab (poem)

There was prompt at dVerse poets earlier this week that asked to use the word “crab”. Now I completely blew by the 44 word call of a dVerse Quadrille but …

Crab

I am not a jazzy Crawdad, or a belly Catfish bottom feed or a Flounder floundering for hope or a Pike on a stick, or a Cod (or a cad, sounds close – I’ve been that) or a Sole spelled wrongly for what I have in mind, or a Salmon sidestep barreling swim hope around bears downstream.

I am no fish

I am not multiplied with magical wine and claimed anything more than I am.

I am a crab, I scurry hard shell and do crab sidestep instead, with purpose, wishing nothing more than to slide sideways forward away from you and hold onto what I can with a muscle armed looking claw.

Leave me to my beach and I will leave you to your better than crabs but know …

I will never be crab so much as to dig myself into sand.

No, I will that scurry out of a hole, before the tide and I will grab

your finger

and never let go, as I am not one to petted.

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    merrildsmith

    I’m pleased you were inspired by the prompt, even if you did not write a quadrille. Crabs do seem purposeful and tenacious, and determination can be a good thing.

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    Stephen J Frankenberry

    Thanks so much Merril. “Crab” sat with me this week, the idea. Finally got to it. I can be a bit slow for the uptake.

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