A prompt from napowrimo.net: “I challenge you to find a news
article and write a poem using (mostly, if not only) words from the article.
You can repeat them, splice them and rearrange them however you like. Although
the vocabulary may be just the facts, your poem doesn’t have to be.”
redo, refit, the prompt said,
so I hunted for a happy one, devoid
of war & fighting, death, hate
& suffering. It took a while.
those snippy little fellows with claws,
a crusher & a cutter, aqua-true
with beady black eyes.
or European lobster to me & you,
paddling the Atlantic to the Azores.
baby lobsters indulged in their first swim,
all 1,088 of them, ten weeks old
& just an inch long.
as to its whereabouts,
but it’s pretty famous,
so you can probably picture it.
to do 25 releases in 25 locations,
a happy 25th anniversary
to the National Lobster Hatchery.
5,000 little snappers in all.
in her belly, but only one is expected to survive
out there in the wild.
they dive down, limbs flaying, scuttling,
to settle on the seabed & burrow
deep into spongy sediment
to spend a year learning how to live
in the bounteous sea.
no war, no suffering,
a shakeup into cuteness.
It took a while.
snippy & aqua-true,
Homarus Gammarus paddles
the Atlantic to the Azores.
& just an inch,
baby lobsters begin
their maiden voyage.
1,088 tiny clappers floating free.
& burrow deep into the sea floor.
They’ll spend a year here,
learning how to live.
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