Kraken poetry

We do not eat the Kraken

All that water looking ironclad

Steely grey against the lightning storm above

Only movement 

our chests as we breathe

Not a wind but for the air we let out

It's unsettling this mirroresque sea against 

the raging of skies so high above we 

can only see the flashes in the loom,

Hardly a boom reaches us

The slow flattened surface disfiguring that half crested moon

reminding us of a golden octopus we once tried to eat in Greece

Arms contorted

Now white against the black płate it had been thrown onto

Menacing it looked

Blaming

I remember thinking that had this creature been the size of a house 

it would be exactly what I imagined the Kraken to be

I have a soft spot for the Kraken 

Naturally, we didn't actually eat it

One doesn't eat magical creatures

Monsters or not, they deserve respect. 

And time

We eat our words, our hearts, our pride. 

But not the Kraken

#sussithepoet

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