An empty aquarium – shall we fill it with poems? Shall we?
So yes, it being the end of NaPoWriMo, I’m going quite deranged and using increasing amounts (and oddities) of Found or – in this instance what I’m calling ‘Poached Poetry’. (Poached in the sense of hunted and stolen, or I guess it could be poached in the egg-sense.)
This has reached new and ridiculous heights (or depths) today: I have just watched a news report about a new Chinese visitor attraction and written bits of it out as a poem, giving the attraction a new title.
To retain the (very tiny amount of) enigma, I will only post the link to the original news report at a later time…
What do you think the report was actually about?
Don’t throw a wobbly trying to figure it out.
A Poached Poem
or, Excerpts from a Report on the New Poem Aquarium
…Psychedelic, otherworldly, primordial:
visitors can now get up-close and personal
with the creatures, albeit from a safe
distance. Even the more dangerous species
are a sight to behold…
…Some have quite long tentacles and,
as a result, they look quite graceful
when swimming…
…More than 3000 are on show,
dozens of species
in eleven tanks
some weigh more than
twenty tonnes…
…The museum says it is not easy
to keep the deep-sea dwellers
in captivity. They’re poor swimmers –
a special circulatory system
is required, just to keep them
afloat….