basking shark

Question 1

stanza one

Answer 1

To stub an oar on a rock where none should be,
To have it rise with a slounge out of the sea
Is a thing that happened once (too often) to me

Question 2

stanza two

Answer 2

But not too often - though enough. I count as gain
That once I met, on a sea tin-tacked with rain
That room sized monster with a match box brain.

Question 3

stanza three

Answer 3

He displaced more than water. He shoggled me
Centuries back- this decadent townee
Shook on a wrong branch of his family tree

Question 4

stanza four

Answer 4

Swish up the dirt and, when it settles, a spring
Is all the clearer. I saw me, in one fling,
Emerging from the slime of everything

Question 5

stanza five

Answer 5

So who’s the monster? The thought made me grow pale
For twenty seconds while, sail after sail
The tall fin slid away and then the tail.