Seaweed

Fibrous like sack cloth, woven
onto a rough-tapered spine,

spattered aubergine, yellow,
crimson, mottled grey
dusty with white mould.

I could be

a piece of mermaid tail
stained with dried blood

a prosthetic shark fin,
state-of-the-art nautical design

an octopus paint brush,
swirling abstracts in ink

a sand shoe for a stingray

a feather in a killer whale’s cap
even.

Yes, I could be,
but once,

I was succulent and salty,
rooted in the sea bed,

waving.

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