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The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife

He comes in through
my dream window like
the ocean licking

our village seawall
fingers the cracks
in the granite blocks,

mingles with the winkled,
barnacled kelp. I surrender
to my octopus lover,

no words spoken, only
the sound of the sea
surging in my room:

his arms surround me
and he sucks my
life's juices.

Christopher T. George



[url=en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dream_of_the_Fisherman's_Wife]The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife by Hokusai, 1810.[/url]

They're called fishwives for a reason...

This is disturbingly sensual, proving beyond doubt that language will take us to places we never thought we'd go :)

I guess I know now why the beatles wanted to visit an octopuses 'garden'. (in the shade).

nice poem, 1st two stanzas particularly.

Thanks, Leanne and Andrew.

Chris

sensual indeed. S3L3, do you think that exact line is needed? whether or not one sees or is familiar with the painting, I am not sure it adds anything.

bluejay wrote:sensual indeed. S3L3, do you think that exact line is needed? whether or not one sees or is familiar with the painting, I am not sure it adds anything.

Thanks, Steve, I will think about the point you bring up. Hmmmmm.

Chris

My first visit to this forum and what a nice surprise. I have not nits just appreciation.

Gone