george munro
boy oh boy
Boy oh boy, the jagged bowls where
seaweed floats, rock pool eyes
full of stonefish and baby eels, where water
cannot smooth the stone; you are unwalkable.
Still I try, cut feet stinging from the salt,
horizon brooding like an omen,
the storm of you, pregnant with rain, waiting
with that same old look; you’re so hard on me.
How about a cardinal sin, little oyster?
I’ll be the one that breaks and swallows you,
pearl and all. Not to taste your grit, your saltiness,
just to feel you squirm, glued to your half shell.
Boy oh boy, you sure are pretty
and I like the way you wriggle.
George Munro is an undergraduate at Victoria University, originally from the Waikato, who likes books, animals and reading poetry.