Three Poems by Sharon Larkin



     Heavy lidded, she hauls bulk over clinker

to a meagre patch of sand on this volcanic

     outcrop, to set her flippers digging.


They’re better designed as propellers than spades,

     inadequate blades for flicking silica, scooping

a dip for a clutch of soft-shelled ping pong balls.


She cries her midnight tears, drags her dome

      to the spume, paddles her giant helmet back

to Brazil, to await her date to mate again, turn


turtle to this mid-Atlantic dot to do it all over.

    Watch, meanwhile, for a twitch in the grit

as mini disks emerge from their depression


     to zigzag seaward, if not picked off and scoffed

by frigate birds, trailing a carnage of sprogs,

     a scatter of abandoned jam jar lids. But a few,


left unflipped by swooping bills, will scamper

     to water. Hatchlings, evading marauders,

defying gulls, gullets and intestines – not shat


     to the benthos, but braving waves,

their compass set on instinct westwards,

     bound for Fortaleza and Natal.




He aspires to a tower                                                               

but pudgy fists and stubby fingers

are ill-equipped for scraping skies.

Each wooden brick

tests his small hand’s span.


Babykind intent on Babel,

succeeds with only three,

then they topple, predictably.

That high rise was not to be.


Now it’s a game and I’m complicit in it.

He knocks them over deliberately

and squeals at his own anarchy.

Then he sees my smile,

then he points at me.




When calendars and diaries had been destroyed,

  we began to ebb and flow with moon and tide

and seasons. Soon we found that our cycles

  had coalesced. We woke with the sun, sought beds

at moonrise, synchronised egg-release and shed,

  hibernated from Guy Fawkes Night to Boat Race.

There were no pyrotechnics, no ships or yachts,

  just meteors to entertain us, and dugout logs

to fish from – hugging coasts, avoiding rocks.

We had time to dream when we ditched the clocks.

Poetry by Sharon Larkin

Sharon Larkin’s ‘Interned at the Food Factory’ was published by Indigo Dreams (2019). A collection is forthcoming in 2020. She has been widely anthologised (e.g. Cinnamon, Eyewear, Smokestack) and published in journals/e-zines (e.g. Magma, Prole, Ink Sweat & Tears). Sharon is Gloucestershire’s Stanza Representative and publishes at Eithon Bridge.

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