Skuba
(For Edmund)
The languid level of the lake
Began to bubble and to boil
As from its depths emerged the shape
Of Skuba whose scaled skin, like oil,
Gleamed green and gold. Her bright blue eyes,
As large as legends, bleakly stared
Towards the fisher-folk whose prize
Depleted her domain’s reserves.
Her jagged jaws she opened wide
And, with a motion swift and sure
She took their boat, with them, inside
The horrid hollow of her maw
And mashed them into messy morsels. Then
She sank beneath the surface once again.
