The sea is mango wine
fed by rivers,
kept full by clouds of mango mist
raining over mountains
of the wildest mango forests.
Fireball la Libre Sharpgrin was a born pirate.
Twenty-eight moons after her thirteenth birthday,
her cackles sailed into the Caribbean Sea.
No one warned the fish.
On her first day as a hired pirate,
Fireball consumed three sharks,
one forty-eighth of the Kraken (it was supersized)
and ate every window of Ursula’s cottage.
Years have gone
since the time of Fireball la Libre Sharpgrin’s
mid voyage snack;
dreamers are still searching the sweet waters, but
no one has been able to find Nemo.
NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 3 – Indulgences: “Craft a poem about spoiling your Self or the Self of another. Let decadence run wild.”
Ingredients: the Kraken, Ursula, Nemo (still missing) and mango