The Blue (recoloured)

 
Orange Beach, Alabama.
The fishing boat crew
enjoy a hullabaloo:
their catch, a blue lobster.

It’s pure outlandish –
a gene mutates, one
chance in two million.
They won’t cook this:

in fishermen’s lore,
a lobster of such indigo
signals prosperity,

good hauls offshore,
no fires below.
Luck, be a lobster for me.

Poem by A.B. Jackson. This sonnet has been ‘recoloured’ by poet Angelina D’Roza. Click here to read Jackson’s original version. Listen to A.B. Jackson reading this poem on location in Sheffield:

This is the second of six sonnets to be uploaded as part of The Rose of Temperaments