napowrimo #19: Down in the benthic darkness

Down in the benthic darkness
where curious creatures dwell
is a species of hermit crab so big
it uses a boat for a shell.

The hatchlings start in a bathtub or fridge
and when that gets too snug,
first they move to a dinghy or sloop
and then to a sampan or tug.

Nobody knows how big they can grow
but don’t be surprised if one day
the wreck of Titanic lifts on its toes
and silently scuttles away.

I know it’s not actually Thursday any more, but this is yesterday’s poem for napowrimo so I guess it can be my poem for Poetry Thursday as well :)

5 Comments

  1. 20 April 2007 at 5:47 pm | Permalink

    Amusing poem about a place we rarely think about.

  2. 20 April 2007 at 6:41 pm | Permalink

    Very Shel Silversteinish.

  3. Harry
    21 April 2007 at 3:42 pm | Permalink

    I actually don’t know Shel Silverstein, but I’ll take your word for it. And, of course, take it as a compliment :)

    And thanks Crafty Green!

  4. 21 April 2007 at 10:36 pm | Permalink

    Yep, that was a compliment. Silverstein is a genius.

  5. Harry
    23 April 2007 at 1:52 pm | Permalink

    Oh, excellent. I have heard of Silverstein but he’s one of those people who for whatever reason hasn’t really crossed the Atlantic.

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