hooked by Sean Chapman
we don't feel the fishing hook
pierce our skin and slide through
each one tugging and taut—
weighted with a teensy anchor
like a school of fish too numerous
to count each burden singly
leaves little brunt to bear
so we're surprised when we start
choking and spluttering
drowning under a hulking haul
before we know it we're in deep waters
and there's no one anchor to hoist
tangled in fishing wire we lash out
trying to halt the diving descent
as the bends begin bubbling
and the panic foments
Sean Chapman is a new writer, with an upcoming publication in Raceme, living in Cornwall, UK with his partner and two lovely dogs. After spending his 20's in Manchester and Liverpool he now enjoys the nature, surf and slower pace of life by the sea.