The Waiting Spawn by Gareth Culshaw

They are waiting in an ice cold
puddle. A globe of jelly

holding life. The black dot
looking like an alert pupil

taking in the sky, the horizon.
Their shape a disturbed

pulp of honeycomb. A waif
on a stony path that licks

the thighs of a mountain range.
The dropped cargo ready to leap

into the unknown. I hold mine
back, not knowing if it will

suit my submarine journey.

Gareth Culshaw
Gareth lives in Wales. He has his first collection out in 2018 by futurecycle.

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