Ode To Anemona (An-Em-On-A)

A creature of pure fantasy thou art
from murky salt-deep regions of my brain
you rise with your strange cohort — realms apart
and test my skill to render your domain
in terms of words and colour — tone and line
imagination swimming round and round
hooked on detail, savouring the brine
of whimsy’s sea and amniotic sound

I’ve searched for you and others of your kind
leviathans that lurk beyond belief
bathypelagic haunters of my mind
that hide behind some dream-enchanted reef

You show your face and give a knowing wink
allow my pen its space before you sink