Lobster for Lunch

Ekphrastic poem by Jackie Craven

Lobster for Lunch, 21 x 30, Oil

After Mexico and before she died, my mother painted
a middle-aged couple in tie dye, seated in a tropical pavilion,

confronting a lobster. The lobster spreads its crimson legs
toward three papayas and a furry coconut. A pineapple

sends up spires. It’s a mystery why she gave the lobster
such huge claws and the people no hands.

Their impassive faces ask, Who will slice the fruit?
Who will open the shell?

The tourists might be my mother and one of the men
she almost married. The monkey drowses at the edge,

fondling an empty glass and a half-peeled banana.
My mother’s nimble fingers.

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