Sharon Larkin





From one microbe in a Petri dish to another
let me tell you of the pathology hereabouts.

For want of some pre-conceptual rubber,
we are rubbing along in diluted pollution,

bumcheek by jowl, bumping into each other’s
preferred form of buoyancy aid.

Whether waterwing, armband, vest or ring
only our faltering breath is keeping

our heads above water, and the water’s rising.
There goes another ice-shelf.

Please rescue this enochlophobe from
the Malthusian catastrophe of her  local lido.




Sharon Larkin‘s poems have been published online (Clear Poetry, The Stare’s Nest), in magazines (Prole, Obsessed with Pipework) and in anthologies (Cinnamon Press, Indigo Dreams). She blogs at Coming up with the Words   Twitter @SharLark

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