by Zoe Parsons Octopi Stimuli That’s how it goes: tentacles spread and tendrils latch. It ebbs and flows. Chemical emotion but it’s all from within, poison hatches. Frills and spots, adornments of every kind. Facades and warning signs etched into evolution. Our amazing animal minds glide through an underwater galaxy. I find peace in the metaphor and sit here for a beat. Imagine having more sense: the world emanates, kaleidoscopic vision ecstatic, muffled sound and explosions of touch. Nerves, receptors, cells explain away dips and curves, the boiling bubbling spew. Coral Wind Chimes
Broken coral wind chimes chatter as they wash ashore function served: crumbling foundations—graveyard or beach. The walking hurts, bare feet bristle against earth when calcite pierces skin, nails drag along the blackboard. Our teacher writes lessons but we don’t listen. Claws scratch at an urgent itch. The washed-up coral is high pitched. Wind whispers, waves crumple and chimes clink, urgently scrawling on the blackboard. Zoe (she/her) studies literature, philosophy, ecology and climate science in Naarm/Melbourne. She scrawls poetry on bits of paper and lives for adventures in nature. Zoe has been published by We Are Explorers, Lots Wife, Anaerkillik and Kos Magazine, as well as on her personal blog. Her Instagram is zoe.parsons.
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