Shark Bait
Hoisted high, I gape
mouth open, skywards.
My teeth flash white
instilling fear
in unprepared passers-by.
I could dive off
the fishmonger’s frontage
take a satisfying bite.
It is a sad end
to my glory days in the deep
but at least I am remembered
amongst the shrimp and bait.
Sue Wallace-Shaddad is Secretary of Suffolk Poetry Society. She has had poems published in The Dawntreader, Ink Sweat and Tears, local anthologies and recently had a poem commended in the Poetry Space 2017 competition.
Note: written from a watercolour by Michele Webber