Harlequin Moonlight Poem by Mark Heathcote

Inquisitive, like a child looking at the moon
I see your harlequin face
a hairsbreadth from being caught too soon
your body broken turned into fishpaste
looking up at the floating bread
sucking with eyes blinking infrared
fearing some barbed hook might harpoon
then belly-rolling carp-like shrewd
I see you leap for a passing damselfly
dancing bait, you can no longer elude
fearing not his reeling or you're
breathless flapping gills that might calcify.
You bite for the prize, forget to be petrified.
Inquisitive, like a child gazing at the moon,
he sees your harlequin face
and is eternally mesmerized.
The instant the surface ice water breaks
and he is held underwater, kissed in your embrace.