Naporwrimo 8th April, 2022
Write a poem that is about your alter ego
Post parrhood, when I was a smolt,
I kept a secret in the dark well of my heart.
And I named it – Barracuda.
On summer days, laying back on the railway sidings,
Bacon and egg growing between my fingers,
Rose bay willow herb dispensing fairies on the breeze,
I would sink into my own sighs,
And watch me fly,
Through clear blue skies – miles high.
Away from my peers,
Away from my tears.
No one knew my name.
I was not the same.
Only I could win my game.
I was not the biggest or the best,
Or the fiercest.
But I was fast, so very fast.
Faster than sharks, faster than marlin,
At speed I excelled through my mind’s clouds.
But now, I sail through different seas,
Where my shadows undulate over purple coral,
Thread their way through kelp forests of jade and midnight green,
Glide over ivory shell-built sands,
Like a million crushed narwhal tusks.
Ghostlike is my grace,
As in ballets I dance off the edge of Madagascar.
With silken sheets of ebony for wings,
I fly with far greater ease than in my summer dreams.
Sometimes I DO fly,
And not even David knows why,
I leap from the ocean blue to the azure sky,
And return to sing with whales.