The Crab This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.

January 23, 2016

What a cute crustaceous critter
Glossy pigment, richest hues.
Nature’s best kiln-fired glaze ware,
Burned with reds and tans and blues.

You go clicking ’cross the shallows
Snapping plankton from the silt.
Such power in your tiny frame,
Yet so delicately built.

Afternoon rain pitters your shell,
And there’s the quiet sound
Of salt-crusted claws turning o’er
Rocks in your gravel playground.

And when the sun’s glow glides away
From the soft saltwater shore,
So shall you, tiny tank, teeter
Out of sight forevermore.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category. This piece won the March 2016 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.






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LexieM said...
Jan. 28, 2016 at 1:33 pm
I like how I know its about a crab even though you never say it throughout the poem.
 
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