It was Easter yesterday, and I watched much television to break up the eating of chocolate.
On the television yesterday I spent ten minutes watching polar bears and whales eat seals, and it reminded me of Simon Armitage and his sperm whale, so I’ve done a polar bear monologue.
Screaming for the cold
Squirming in my fur under a sun
Whose stroke presses me down
Oppressive. I wanted the freeze, longed for snow
Its powder under my paws
The flaking ice crumbling in a mild sea
The seals wide-eyed dismay as they slip
Into a whale’s jaws; greedy surface-breakers.
I wanted the pull of storm
at my broad back, the tumble forward of my weight
in the wind, my mate’s panting lungs
our kin in the boat of the hail
the joy of the slick blubber chew
in my mouth, the wait
ice quick and sharp broken up
as they breathe we feed, those open air plains
of water to paddle through, shortened to the smell
of a seal’s thick stout body, the stink and bloody brew.