The Poetry Corner

The Bullfrog

By Paul Cameron Brown

He sat with no more compunction than an eel fish big-faced, bloated, the complexion of a beehive -a dragnet of emotions crammed into a tumbler upended in water. His eyelids wore the effort of horseblinders, a spongy leather masquerading as torpedoes and I saw him lonely at the crossroads matted grass, a strip of wire, cold current chasing flecks about his person, then lunging green exploded into rapacity- caressed the awaiting fly strewn stick with emerald mouth & coffers of appetite.