jamaicanpoem # 4
(an emily dickinson wannabe)
I met a landcrab on the road —
its hole was not in sight —
it waved its saffron claw in front —
protection? or in fright?
I plain could see around its girth
its chitin band of blue —
and underneath a patch of red
to let its dinner through
it stared at me with stubby eyes —
I stirred as if to pass —
then swift as amber lightning
it sped sideways to the grass
© Jacqueline Jackson 2005
This article appears in Jul 14-20, 2005.
