Swimming with the Whales
When they told Little Jimmy
he’d be swimming with the fishes
he imagined fantastic scenarios:
genetic manipulation
and infiltration
into the wide wild world of the sea.
No more suits and houses
no more ray-bans and walkie talkies
no more ‘Mr Carutthers is disappointed.’
Just the wide blue ocean
and the call of the whales
to sing him to sleep.
Imagine his surprise
when they tied him to the engine block
of a Ford Cortina
and dropped him off the harbour wall.
At least he heard the whales
as he closed his eyes.
10 comments:
awwww how sad
peaceful, though :)
Awww. Poor Jimmy.
But he heard the whales!
very Spike Milligan-esque. I meant that as a compliment btw. xo
The comparison is an honour!
Yes, at least.
Marvellous poem here, Rachel.
Thanks Staph :)
Superb, reminded me of the play we saw 'The Cripple of Inishman'. His parents tied him to a lump of concrete to drown him.... As you say, he did hear the whales.
Super. Thank you Gia :)
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