Today’s theme: cramp.
somewhere under the water there are mermaids
long locks flicking flowing furled in seaweed and pearls
doe-eyed and dumb and sad like Turner’s girls
under the water, armoured tails flash
brute force fish with a flirtatious splash
over the water, calling you to the depths
with songs or breasts or the promise of shared breath
weighted whether with rocks in your head or your heart
the stabbing pain in your shins is the start
somewhere under the water the mermaids use their teeth.
You’re like a cramp in the hand when I’m writing out shopping lists. Milk, butter, bad quality bread – you – wham! Into my head. Artichokes, broccoli, tomato paste – you! Wham! Lips on my face. Soap, shaving cream, bottles of beer – you – wham! Breath on my ear. Cheese, onions, olive oil spray – you – wham! Inches away.