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I’ve already posted a number of poems from my unpublished collection titled Docile Fossil. Here’s another poem from that manuscript. I wrote it as a definition of the biggest prehistoric shark that ever lived—the Megalodon.
Megalodon: A Poetic Definition
Megalodon, Megalodon:
A giant-jawed phenomenon
Much bigger than a mastodon,
A predatory paragon,
A monster shark that preyed upon
Dolphins, whales…a beast of brawn—
The mightiest biter of the deep
Who’s gone to his eternal sleep.
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Here is my poetry selection for the Friday before Easter. It’s about PEEPS©--which I used to love to eat when I was a little kid.
MARSHMALLOW CHICKS
By Elaine Magliaro
I hear them peeping
in their package,
beseeching:
Eat me!
Eat me!
I break open
their plastic shell,
hold soft hatchlings
in my hands.
One by one
I savor
a chattering of chicks,
chubby marshmallow chicks
coated with colored sugar.
I lick their bright yellow down
from my fingertips.
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Here’s another poem from my unpublished collection Docile Fossil. It’s a mask poem in which I speak in the voice of a fossilized damselfly.
Damselfly
I was trapped in time!
Enrobed in sticky resin
that hardened over the ages.
Now you see me
preserved in amber--
a perfect specimen
of the me I was
millions of years ago.
Here I will remain forever
a prisoner of the past,
my wings outspread
in a semi-precious sky.
