Tuesday, 16 September 2025

16th September 2025

 


house clearance

with filled skip outside

old carpet


© Rachel Green September 2025


freshwater mussels in an almost-still

canal; the only motion within sight

slow and languid; a stickleback's gill

beneath the onslaught of a parasite.*

Raised on TV shows of Saturday morns

where pearls were treasures of the palest hue

and lauded under Tarzan films in jungles born

we thought the cleansing mussels oysters too.

Alas the bullies that I thought my friends

who introduced me to these get-rich schemes

had dark motives for even darker ends

and pushed me under foetid water; screams.

 Sunshine on rippled water, from below,

 as far away as angels as to Hell I go.


© Rachel Green September 2025


*Digenean trematodes

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