A photo of Cole Mere in Shropshire from 2015, looking suitably moody.
Ginny Greenteeth
Mind your footing at the lakeshore
It’s almost as if it’s deliberately slippery
One flailing move and you’re
Just close enough to touch
Her hair, duckweed floating in the wet
Limp, innocent-looking, lurking
A silent flash of her wet pebble eyes
Stinking emerald arms of plaited rope rise
Mandolin teeth a bare grin to slice and dice
Fish hook claws open to snag and grab
And in the time it takes a trout
To nab a mayfly
You’re gone
A Poem a Day, Day 125: Ginny Greenteeth.
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